Atonement is the kind of movie that takes a rogue like me to Step 9 debate. I've thought about it enough to accept here are people I'd like to have a torpedo with and see if my nonchalant redirections have left any bad tastes that could be sweetened by having a talk. The dominant side of the debate is does anyone really care? Like confession with a priest who recently violated Seamus, does what he say really matter? I like all of those Playmate turn-ons, too but seriously? I remember Honeywell faxes, Monroe calculators, Underwood typewriters and Joyce Murphy. The still living who need an apology from me to put their life back in balance is exactly no one. It's part of staying not pissed - recognize the really special moments and share them with who you love. The velvet comes from knowing when it happens and taking it all in. Now getting the volume level on the tv to where it works for all in earshot (whoever came up with shooting an ear to describe acceptable audio level?). Drain those sacramental soldiers, if you please.