Old Cliffie once dallied with a nun. Well, okay, she wasn't actually a nun but a novice. And to tell the truth, she wasn't even a novice any more, since after five years of struggling to reconcile religious devotion and the temptations of the swinging sixties she realised that she didn't have a vocation and changed her wimple for a miniskirt.
Old Cliffie and Maria - come on, what did you expect a nun to be called? - spent five years studying French together. While old Cliffie fantasised about Emma Bovary and pored over the steamier pages of Balzac or the womanising verse of Villon, quiet Maria wrestled with Cartesian proofs of God and Christian imagery in medieval chansons. In the evenings, old Cliffie nipped out to the pub while quiet Maria no doubt devoted an hour to her evening orisons.
But then, a month before finals, quiet Maria arrived one morning sans wimple. Old Cliffie, noticing for the first time in five years that she had a pretty smile, invited her down the pub for lunch. It was a case of two people being intrigued by the other's experience of life. Old Cliffie hadn't spent his evenings in the solitude of a convent cell - and quiet Maria certainly had no experience of some of the things old Cliffie had got up to in his student days.
The summer-long meeting of two widely differing personalities ended with a chaste kiss under a rare sunny sky on a Scottish hillside - and then old Cliffie rushed home to watch Brazil thump Italy in the World Cup Final. Quiet Maria became a teacher and old Cliffie left for Naples, where his less-than-chaste adventures with Italian girls would certainly have brought a blush to quiet Maria's cheeks.
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