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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

would often devote our Sundays to having a picnic as we termed 

our lustful bouts, stimulating ourselves with wine. Her temper 

was not improved thereby (though her fits entirely stopped for a 

twelvemonth)--we had wordy warfares, but we made it up again 

always with tears. Nor did I allow myself to deteriorate without 

reactions and excursions into better things. I was always reading 

Emerson; it was he who rescued me from orthodox Christianity and 

taught me to trust in myself and in Nature. I have never ceased 

this struggle towards better things to this day. There, in a 

nutshell, is my life; I have always been defeated when 

temptation came, but I have never ceased to struggle. I 

determined to be more abstemious in sexual indulgence and asked 

her to help me. She agreed willingly, for she was easily led. 

Whenever we fell back again into excess it was my fault. 

 

At a theatrical performance we first met a Miss T., a young 

German who sang. She was about 25, with modest, quiet and 

engaging manners. A. and she became very friendly. I liked her; 

she was tall, dark and lithe, but had bad teeth. 

 

I had been ill and at this time A. and I had a quarrel, my temper 

suddenly breaking out in murderous frenzy. I called her names and 

finally put her outside the house, telling her to go to her 

mother. I suffered a very hell of remorse and misery. Everything 

in the quiet, lonely house reminded me of her, seemed fragrant of 

her; my anguish became so keen I could not stop in the house, 

though I was just as wretched walking about. I kept this up for 

two days, when I met her coming to look for me. One look was 

enough--"A.!" "Pet!" in broken sobs--and in tears we kissed and 

made it up. Miss T. was with her, and I greeted her, too, with 

happy tears in my eyes. Another time, when A. was giving way to 

_her_ temper, and one would have thought all love was dead, I 

said "Don't you love me then?" and the word alone was a talisman, 

her face changed, she held out her arms and began to sob 

quietly.... She accepted an offer to travel with a small 

theatrical company who were going up-country. She was not looking 

well when I left and after a time I received a telegram telling 

me to come to her at once as she was ill. Dreading all sorts of 

things I borrowed my fare and went to her. I knew nothing of 

women, of their point of view and different code of honor, and 

was very far from the attitude of Guy de Maupassant who said he 

liked women all the better for their charmingly deceitful ways. 

A. wanted to see me and had taken the surest means to ensure my 

coming. I was angry at first, but she looked so well and was so 

loving that I could not be angry long. 

 

One day when I was working the landlady came in and began talking 

about A. and her conduct before I came. She had gone into the 

actors' rooms at all hours, the woman said, and drank and been as 

bad as the rest in her conversation. It was the second time a 

married woman had run her down to me, and I commenced to think 

there might be something in it, and suffered all my mad jealousy 


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