In Andrew Marvell’s (1621-1678) poem, ‘ To his coy mistress ,’ the speaker makes an outlandish appeal to a beautiful young woman. ‘Let’s have sex before we die because life is very short,’ is what he says bluntly. If life were not so short, he would have spent a hundred years admiring her beautiful eyes and another “Two hundred to adore each Breast.” He holds her at metaphorical gunpoint reminding her that though “the grave’s a fine and private place” nobody can make love there. Sex seems to have been quite an entertainment for human beings throughout history. No wonder, our species grew in geometrical progression and put most other species in need of our compassionate protection. Moreover, we have come to a time when contraceptive contraptions outsell political strategies. Saint Augustine [whom I happened to quote in my last post], Immanuel Kant [philosopher] and sometimes Sigmund Freud [psychologist] thought that the sexual impulse was below the dignity of
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