A few years ago, in a restaurant in Warsaw, I was sitting opposite a very sensual and smart female student and next to a (just a guess) sensual*, very smart and published Dominican friar. We were talking about free will and Undeterminism, which the girl fallaciously denied. A few years later, walking down Clare Road, South Wales, I was thinking of prostitutes, murmuring Roxanne and putting the tender finishing touches to my response** to that girl and it struck me that if there has ever been a band that was like an erect penis, it's the Police.
* 'Well, my vow binds me only till I die', he answered when I pointed out that yes, Jesus said that there will be no husband or wife in heaven, and whoever makes it there will be like angels, but there is sex outside marriage too.
**which will discuss, among others, those moments that we all experience when the whole stake rests on the point of the moral needle and we, somehow but truly, can tip the balance and put on the red light to death and the green light to life.
