In early December I leapt across the pond for a short visit to the great capital city of England. Even in inward-looking America we were aware a big election was about to be held, and my time in London was only days before voters went to the polls. Even a parochial American knew the election was of great consequence. Yet few talked of it. I saw no election posters. There were no rallies or street corner orators, only the earnest voices from the All Souls church choir at the corner of Regent Street and Oxford Street. Instead of political pamphlets, I was offered a Gideon Bible.