I talked to you recently on the podcast.
I have a little side gig, "Conan O'Brien Needs a Friend."
People love your episode, you were hilarious.
And that's when I said I got to talk to this man, some more,
I'll get him on the TV show,
but we got into it a little bit. You got upset with me
because you said that I, hum I smeared the image of
one of your favorite Irish poets.
Not only for the public but it also ruined it for me,
which is what really hurts, which is Yeats,
William Butler Yeats basically a Saint of Ireland.
You know what I mean?
Great poet
One of the great, probably the greatest Irish poet.
And his mystic figure, you know that you always
think his above worldly concerns.
And then you point out that it was like
getting some kind of like old-timey,
erectile dysfunction techniques.
It's true. Yeah. That's true. I pointed out to you.
All I did was give you a little history lesson.
And I said that Yeats later in life was concerned
about his ability to perform in the bedroom,
so at the time in the 1930s there was a quack doctor
who was saying, "I'll inject you with monkey glands,
the glands that have ground up monkey glands
into your testicles, and it will help you."
It was the Viagra of its day. Only it didn't work.
It was even worse because the way it started was me going.
One thing about the Irish and Yates, they age gracefully
like we don't mind getting old.
And then you brought that up
and just shattered my illusions about Yates.
Well, you know, I could make it up to you
by reciting some Yates for you. Maybe that'll do it.
(laughing)
I mean, maybe you'd like that. Would you like that?
Sure I would.
I will arise and go now and go
to Innisfree and a log cabin build there
of clay and waffles made
nine bean rows
Will I plant there and a hail for the honeybee?
(clapping)
I like that.
That's a guy who's high on monkey glands.
(mumbles)
That is a guy who was so, he was so jacked up on ape glands
injected into his testicles and he wrote that poem.
That's probably how he recited it.
Probably how he did recite it. Your right.
And he was completely erect to the entire time.
Hmm.
Sorry. Hope.
Sorry to ruin all the poets for you.
Well, I'll tell next time.
I'll tell you what Joyce was injected with.