ANY BOOK with the title Sexual Desire, and with the closing sentence, “Vive la bourgeoisie!,” is bound to attract attention—less, perhaps, for the title alone than for the political conservatism that the last sentence implies. If Roger Scruton only intended to attract attention he hardly could have chosen a combination of subjects more likely to guarantee it. Conservatism may be the sexiest intellectual topic of the day, and sex the most politicized.