A contributor to The Lancet, British medical journal, has thus hymned the Kinsey report:
O cupid! Cast away your bow and quiver
Statistics prove your method inexact. 0
O Donne! Go take a jump into the river:
You hymned the essence, but ignored the fact.
Locked in some cool aseptic heaven above,
Trained statisticians painlessly inquire
Into the quaint geometry of love,
The quantitative aspects of desire;
Observe the conduct of the lovesick male
[Not passionate, not noble, not obscene],
And plot it on a logarithmic scale,
Noting a random scatter round the mean.
O monumental volume, smug and fat!
Did Man, who wrote the Song of Songs, write that?