In short, he so immersed himself in those romances that he spent whole days and nights over his books; and thus with little sleeping and much reading, his brains dried up to such a degree that he lost the use of his reason.
But wait, oh gentle reader. There is more.
And all the while he rode slowly on while the sun rose with such intense heat that it would have been enough to dissolve his brains, if he had had any left.
The Romance Novel is the Equivalent of Modern Television And Perilously Dangerous to Brains and Mental Intelligence.
In light of this fact, I hereby propose that professors spend their time on far more
Now. I'm sure that I'm not the only one who doesn't want the earth overrun with scarecrows!