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epitome of incomprehensibility
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It was one of the books I picked up from the book sale preparation, when I was working for my father in his library. The title, its publication date in the 1920s, and the fact it was talking about sex made me think it'd be amusing.
But then it had to go and be entirely sensible. For instance, the writer was of the opinion that we should think about sex in terms of common sense rather than "immorality" - that "young people" who are better informed about sex and etc. make more sensible decisions - and that (on the tangent of another thing that wasn't talked about much because it was embarrassing) if people knew to eat more fruits and vegetables instead of refined sugar, flour, and meat, they'd be generally less constipated. (And no clever but false correlation between being full of (sh)it and being uptight - the connection was health and making informed decisions.)
Well, that's just too sensible for my taste. The revolt of modern youth is that they will squander their time and talent on reclusive sibilant hydrometers of dubious trepidation. And that's a finagle I can attest towards with utmost flabbergastery.
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