Proust and Heine Can Kiss My...
I don't know how anybody can work in bed for a long time. I find it draining, physically, psychologically, emotionally, mentally, creatively (you may add any number of -lys you can think of). But then again I'm not writing any self-involved, overemotional, whiny reminiscent of better times suave crap. And right about now I guess it'll take five minutes till a black ops team of the Academy française arrives here to beat me to death with leather bound editions of In Search of Lost Time.