Thou shalt--definitely. This is Westlake at his impudent best, inside the Crispinite Order of the Novum Mundum, a small band of brothers which has lived rent free in a town house on Park Avenue and 51st Street until owner Daniel Flattery (""Flattery will get you nowhere"") agrees to have it tom down for some high-rising property. In the succeeding agitation, Brother Benedict attempts to have their house declared a landmark even if it does have a dull facade. This involves many encounters with the Flatterys--particularly pretty divorcee daughter Eileen who is a real occasion for sin; and a search from attic to calefactory for the lease (the original is stolen and its illuminated version burned--arson). Small peccant pleasures and twenty Hail Westlakes.