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What follows is a preview of last Friday’s column, “The Pint, the Pipe—or the Cross?” I hope you like it. Peace and the Good!]
Three months ago, I did something rash—something I never would have thought myself capable of. I made a solemn promise to God that I wouldn’t smoke or drink for a year.
Anyone who knows me, or has read anything I’ve ever written, will know this is a radical departure. I’m passionately pro-drinking and pro-smoking; I certainly don’t recommend that my readers take such drastic measures without first consulting a spiritual advisor.
In fact, when I told a priest-friend what I’d done, he sent me an email saying: “I’m sure you have good reasons for doing this, but it strikes me as excessive, almost Manichaean or Jansenistic. I wish you well, but I cannot think it wise.”
Yes, it may have been unwise. It was certainly Jansenistic, which isn’t always the thing. But I think my reasons were quite sound.
Let me explain…
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