Boswell

Imagine, up till today I imagined Mr Boswell a dry chap.
Bore as I must with my current reads, a survey of travel writing brought me again to the biographer of Samuel Johnson, whom I know first-hand.
Apparently, the young traveller was intensely preoccupied with what one of his female friends termed 'problems that cannot be solved': despotism vs. freedom, duty vs. fun, religion vs. sex. Yes - sex! His travelogue has his sexual exploits as the uniting element, and describes conquests of prostitutes, the distress of not having a condom, the fear of contracting, adultery, determination and repeated relapse!
And, imagine, we, the teenagers of 80s thought we invented everything from porn to venereal disease. I guess it's still the same today, with the current generation - 18th century people talk funny; they definitely do not fuck and are absolutely not modern in any sense. Ah, (Boswell would say), what a paradoxical thing the human mind is: you listen to a sermon, and your mind drifts to how to get a latest hooker!
I dunno about you, but I must visit Amazon for info, and Gutenberg for the text.