Naomi Wolf says Harold Bloom is a Toad.

New York magazine has the pictures to prove it.

The Silent Treatment She was a Yale senior. He was the superstar professor she’d hoped to impress—until he put his hand on her thigh. Two decades later, she’s speaking out. But her alma mater still isn’t listening. A story of sex, secrets, and Ivy League denial.

Harold, if this thing starts to snowball, you can always quote The Telegraph: Lust : The thinking man's sin

Lust is a "thinking" drive: even a scheming drive.... The Hobbesian view, we learn, is that the sex drive is as much an act of the imagination as of the loins. Lust conjures a world where pleasure is communicated and joy is spread around. We may fail, we may end up being thoughtless and cruel, but there is nothing intrinsically immoral about lust.

Just don't quote yourself,

"A serious life means being fully aware of the alternatives, thinking about them with all the intensity one brings to bear on life-and-death questions, in full recognition that every choice is a great risk with necessary consequences that are hard to bear,"

Or some other guy reviewing you...

Love: Young people today are practical Kantians: "whatever is tainted with lust or pleasure cannot be moral." The ideology of young people, the attitude that a serious person does not want to force an authoritarian pattern on others and their future, so sensible and in harmony in a liberal society, indicates a definite lack of passion. The ideology stems not from really respecting the partners' subjective; rather it comes from a supression of feeling, and anxiety about getting hurt. There is no longer Romeo and Juliet. Passionate friendship and love are no longer within our grasp since they "require notions of soul and nature that, for a mixture of theoretical and political reasons, we cannot even consider."

Translation: "Hi, I'm Harold. If I said you had a beautiful corpus, would you hold it against me?"