Roman Polanski.
I mean, c'mon. The man has "pole" written into his name. And "roman." And "ski."
Between the Italianate leanings, the reference to a recreation reserved almost entirely for the well-to-do, and the plain ol' dick joke wagging proudly out front, how could anyone not expect a rape conviction occurring at some point in Mr. Roamin' Pole-an'-ski's life?
Which is all to say, sometimes a man is named accurately.
Just imagine, though, if the girl in question, thirty years ago, were your daughter, and the devil were upon her. Well, in this case, that would also be accurate.
May they throw away the clef...
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