Man is condemned to be free.” So said Jean-Paul Sartre, the French existen-tialist. 1 And perhaps only a French existentialist could think we are condemned to be free. It’s the kind of thing that would occur to you as you sit in a Parisian café on a rainy afternoon, smoking unfiltered cigarettes and feeling the enormity of existence settle upon your shoulders, as you gaze in ineffable, inexplicable horror at the glass of beer sitting on the table in front of you. But didn’t Sartre have a point? If we are truly free—free even in chains,
