This Op-Ed piece was hacked out on an old typewriter while I was sitting in the sun on the lawn of a friend’s house in the countryside outside Gloucester; England. It was sent off to the Paris office of the International Herald Tribune with virtually no editing. The time was mid-June 1984. My wife and I had crisscrossed Europe in the previous two months, lecturing in some twenty cities, from Brussels to Moscow, Trieste to Uppsala. We were scheduled to leave for Austin, Texas, on July 1.