Remember that Seinfeld where George stops having sex? He turns into this math-wiz genius type, focusing on solving the world’s problems, inventing stuff and all that. On the other hand, Elaine stops doing it, and she becomes a complete moron with the mental facilities of a two-year-old.
Fortunately, I haven’t suffered Elaine’s fate.
Nor have I, unfortunately, been bestowed with the genius of the abstinent George.
I have a barely started paper that needs to be turned in less than 24 hours from now. It is not going well. And I have never been able to pull an all-nighter. Wish me luck, for at the moment, the analysis of Mina Loy’s “Parturition” is more pressing than any other thoughts of sex.