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PREFACE
TOUCH-1
TOUCH-2
TOUCH-3 (begin)
TOUCH-3 (end)
TOUCH-4 (begin)
TOUCH-4 (end)
SMELL-1
SMELL-2
SMELL-3.1
SMELL-3.2
SMELL-3.3
SMELL-3.4
SMELL-3.5
SMELL-4 (begin)
SMELL-4 (end)
SMELL-5
HEARING-1
HEARING-2
HEARING-3
VISION-1.1
VISION-1.2
VISION-1.3
VISION-2.1
VISION-2.2
VISION-2.3
VISION-2.4
VISION-3
VISION-4
VISION-5
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B HISTORY-1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.2
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.3
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3.1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3.2
INDEX OF AUTHORS

patronizingly, but whose shoes I was not worthy to fasten. I was 

the cause of quarrels between them. They made it up again but I 

think he noticed the change that was taking place in Alice. For 

from kissing her I had gone on--all larking at first. We formed 

the habit of sitting down on the sofa when alone and kissing 

steadily for ten minutes or more at a time. She was excited 

without knowing what was the matter with her--but I knew. And one 

day when our mouths were together I drew her to me and commenced 

to stroke her legs gently down. She trembled like a string bow, 

and allowed my hand to go farther. And then she was frightened 

and ashamed and commenced to laugh and cry together. She had 

these hysterical attacks several times and they always frightened 

me. It ended in my seducing her. She broke off her engagement, 

and then was sorry; but soon she thought only of me.... One day 

Alice and I were nearly caught. I had just left her on the sofa 

and had commenced drawing at a table with my back to her when 

suddenly her mother came in without her shoes, while Alice had 

one hand up her clothes arranging her underclothing. The mother 

stopped dead and shot me one glance I shall never forget. 'Why, 

Alice, you frighten me!' she said. I feigned surprise and asked 

'What is the matter?' Alice, although she was frightened out of 

her wits, managed to stammer: 'He couldn't see me--you couldn't 

see me, could you?' appealing to me. But I had managed to collect 

my senses a bit and although still under that maternal eye I 

asked,--at last turning slowly around to Alice: 'See? What do you 

mean? See what?' And I looked so mystified that the mother was 

deceived, and contented herself with scolding Alice and telling 

her to run no risks of that sort. I breathed again. 

 

"But I was near the end of my tether. Alice and I talked about 

everything now. She told me about her life at boarding school and 

the strange ideas some of the girls had about men and marriage. 

After leaving school she had been sent to a large millinery or 

drapery establishment to learn sewing and dressmaking. Here, she 

said, the talk was awful at times, and one girl had a book with 

pictures of men's organs of generation, which was passed around 

and excited their curiosity to the highest pitch. 

 

"I had days of tenderness and contrition, and even told her I 

would get on and marry her. Then the tears would come into her 

eyes and she would say: 'I seem to feel as if you were my husband 

now.' ... 

 

"I had to see a man on business and went to his cottage. The door 

was opened by his wife, a handsome, dark-eyed young woman, who 

looked as if butter would not melt in her mouth. After leaving a 

message I went on talking to her on other subjects. She piqued my 


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