I was exaggerating. When he did write sex scenes, they consisted almost entirely of quotes with no description whatsoever. While this may work towards not inciting the Puritans, it made for several grand WTF moments. My point is that the man's writings were worthless and he gets all the praise in the world for churning out disgustingly sexist, needlessly depressing drivel. It's rather aggravating, actually. And the fact that he took up half my high school's English curriculum didn't help matters at all. Quite frankly, between him, Edgar Allen Poe, and Emily Dickinson, I think I am justified in suggesting we prohibit depressed people from all forms of artistic expression.