A true, actual piece of dialogue from my consulting room yesterday evening. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. 'So how's Stephen these days?' 'Great. Great.' 'Still into the old Zen then, is he?' 'Oh God, yes.' 'And how's the lovely daughter in law?' Throws eyes to heaven & says nothing. 'She's not STILL doing the three jobs?' 'Oh no. She stays in bed these days. Till teatime.' 'Go on. And she never changed her mind about the sex?' 'Not for two years.' 'Sure, you told me. But the two years must be up by now.' 'Two years FROM now.' 'God, David, that's hard on poor old Stephen.' 'Ah, he doesn't seem to mind. It's what he calls Non-Attachment.' 'I've heard of it.' 'He's off next month to the monastery. There's a great new master, apparently.' 'Back on the road to Katmandu, huh?' 'Oh God, no. It's New York this time.' Scottie B.