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PREFACE
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-1.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-1.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.4
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.5
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.4
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.5
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-4.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-4.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-4.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-5.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-5.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-5.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-6
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.3
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.4
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.3
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.4
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-3.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-3.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-4.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-4.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-4.3
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-1
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-2
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-3
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-4
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-1.1
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-1.2
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-2.1
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-2.2
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-3-4
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-5.1
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-5.2
INDEX OF AUTHORS

we were. For many years it was my fate to see her looking at me 

thus, at first stony and estranged, like a dweller in another 

star, then half-recalling with extended hand, then forgetting 

again with hand to mouth, then the gradual dawn of memory and 

love, and final full recognition. "It's Fred, my Fred!" I never 

got used to it; it always moved me to tears.... It was not to be 

thought that we had no quarrels. I still had fits of bad temper, 

and sometimes they came into collision with A.'s temper. It hurt 

my vanity considerably to see how soon she relinquished the 

respectful, patient, spaniel-bearing she had when we were 

traveling. I said some cruel things to her and she retorted. One 

would have thought, to hear us, that all affection was over. But 

when the mood of rage wore itself out we would both be sorry and 

make it up with tears, and be very happy in spite of our poverty. 

 

I think it was lust that prevented me from striving to fulfill my 

ambitions. A. let me do anything I liked, at all times of day or 

night, although she seemed surprised at my proceedings sometimes, 

for it was becoming a fever of lubricity with me. She still 

thought only of her love. I remember her coming in one day, 

tired, pale, perspiring, and worried--we had hardly anything in 

the house and she had been to the theater ineffectually--and when 

her eyes lighted on me the whole expression of her face changed, 

softened and brightened at once, and she came and kissed me and 

said: "It is so strange, I was thinking all sorts of nasty things 

coming along, but as soon as I see my pet's face I feel happy--I 

don't care for anything--I would sooner share a crust with him 

than have all the money in the world!" 

 

I commenced to feel libidinous curiosity to examine her--this was 

mostly on Sundays--and she let me, blushing at first, but 

laughing. Then I would try new positions in coitus I had heard 

of. Still she did not enter into my mood. 

 

She was engaged at this time to play in a pantomime and I 

commenced to lead a miserable, jealous existence. I heard scandal 

about her, baseless enough, but in the diseased, nervous, anxious 

state I had brought myself to it nearly drove me mad. I would go 

with her sometimes to visit her mother, whom I began to like. Her 

brother I still saluted coldly. It caused me horror and jealousy 

to see A. kissing him and letting him tickle her. In my rage, 

when we came home, I even said that perhaps she would let him do 

something else, naming it brutally and coarsely. I remember her 

shame, astonishment, indignation and tears. If ever a man tried a 

woman's love I did. But she forgave me, even that. 

 

We went to live in a little cottage. It was in this cottage that 

A. first showed signs of lust, and in the diseased state of my 

mind, instead of regretting it, I encouraged her. She told me one 

day that the orgasm very often did not occur at the same time 

with her as with me, and that it would not unless I put my little 

finger into the anus. This her husband taught her, and she would 

rather have died than confess it to me when we first met. We 


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