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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

quiet, young, peaceful, able to enjoy the country, A. was 

doubtless all right and would be able to explain her silence. I 

undressed leisurely and happily, thinking of the stars. 

 

The next day, Sunday, I awoke refreshed and still at peace. After 

breakfast, hearing children's voices, I went out into the garden 

and there was a collision of souls who somehow were affinities. A 

young girl about twelve or younger with a fine presence and 

handsome face fixed her eyes on me for half a minute and then 

came and sat on my knee. She was one of those children I am 

accustomed to call "love-children," because they are so much 

brighter, healthier, larger and more loving than others. I always 

imagine more love went to their making. We fell in love and she 

said, stroking my beard, "Oh, you are pretty!" and I said, "And 

so are you!" We were so affectionate that the servant called the 

child away and I went for a walk, finding my little sweetheart 

waiting for me on my return. The touch of her hand was electric 

and her voice fresh and musical. I kissed her, but had become 

more self-conscious since the morning and wondered if her mother 

or the servant were looking, or even of they would appear. I was 

not so frank and natural as my little chum. I have often thought 

of her since. She had the breadth of forehead, the strength and 

yet lightness of limb, together with the hands and feet, not too 

small, that I always imagine the dwellers in Paradise will have. 

 

I returned to Melbourne and continued trying to find A. At the 

same time I commenced in earnest to live on fruit and brown bread 

only, and enjoyed better tone and health every day, so that it 

was a joy to walk down the street in the sun and exchange glances 

with passengers a la old Walt. One day in the Botanical Gardens 

veils seemed to be lifted off my eyes. I could look straight at 

the sun and taking my note of color from that golden light I 

turned my eyes on the flowers, the mown grass, the trees, and for 

the first time perceived what a heavenly color green is, what 

divine companions flowers are, and what a blue sky really means. 

For half an hour I was in Paradise, and to complete my joy Nature 

revealed to me a new and unexpected secret. 

 

I was lying on a bench, basking, and my silk shirt coming open 

the strong sun made its way to my breast and presently I felt a 

totally new sensation there. I had discovered the last joy of the 

skin. My skin, fed by healthy fruit-made blood, must have 

functioned normally under the excitation of the sun just then 

(for a brief space only, alas!). I cannot describe the joy, any 

more than I could describe the taste of a peach to one who has 

only eaten apples: it was satisfying, divine. I opened my shirt 

wider, but the feeling only spread faintly, and indeed this 

halcyon sunny hour terminated in a restlessness that sent me 

walking into town to look for A. 

 

At last I heard, not of A., but of Miss T. She was in a ballet. I 

went round during rehearsal and while waiting entered into 

conversation with a little chorus girl with a good face, who was 


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