Kohlberg's stages of moral development

Ken lived in a bus and he drank ferociously. He bought the bus after a friend of mine, half-jokingly. suggested the idea when Ken was considering buying a house. The advantages of a mobile lifestyle quickly became apparent: “No court bailiff is ever gonna find me in this!” he would chuckle in a voice like rusted machinery. It's a little known fact, but an important one; traffic officers rarely (if ever) breath test bus drivers. Often parking for the night outside public toilets Ken had became something of an expert on the habits of those who frequented these “tea rooms” for the purpose of having anonymous homosexual sex.

“That one's a homo!” he'd say, with a pointed, knowing look, “Seen him go in there for twenty minutes yesterday, another guy came in after.” And then he would slowly shake his head, genuinely amazed that such things existed in the world.

Yes, Ken was definitely one of God's favoured children. Fired from a succession of manual labour and driving type jobs he'd always manage to land on his feet. A long string of restraining orders, an impressive collection of illegitimate children, an unmade bed and a hotplate and the simple homely pleasures of hard liquor and drunk driving, this was all his lifestyle required. Now some people might consider him a loser, and I guess by many standards he is, but I like to think he represents everything that is best in mankind -- Ken is a shining Christmas tree angel, he is the absolute pinnacle of all human achievement. What is best in life is to be free.

Rousseau's social contract requires your tacit compliance to be effective. All you need to do is nothing.

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So Lucy & Michael are together. I guess the better man won.