Christopher Hitchens and Lorenzo Albacete are polar opposites in more than one sense. The former is an outspoken English atheist polemicist, the latter a soft-spoken Puerto-Rican priest. Time and again, Hitchens tries to pick a fight, and every time the good monsignor turns the other cheek, or else feints to the left. I found myself rooting for the priest, which is a very odd feeling for me. All in all, it was a bizarre and surreal experience, and enjoyable if not terribly enlightening.