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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

also did. There were other lodgers coming and going. I would lie 

down all day and keep myself saturated with beer. I commenced to 

get fat and bloated, with the ways of a brothel bully. A 

broken-down, drunken old woman who visited the house and had been 

a beautiful lady in her youth told me I should end my days on the 

gallows trap. The same woman when drunk would lift up her dress, 

sardonically, exposing herself. Other old women would congregate 

in the neglected and dirty bedrooms and tell fortunes with the 

cards. One little woman, an onanist, was like a character out of 

Dickens, exaggerated, affected, unnatural, with remains of 

gentility and society manners. Amidst all this drunkenness and 

abandonment May, the landlady's daughter, preserved her 

virginity. Young lodgers would take liberties with her, but at a 

certain stage would receive a stinger on the face. The girl liked 

me and would kiss me, but nothing else. And then--out of this 

home of drunkenness and shame--May fell in love with some pretty 

boy she met by chance, whom she never asked to her home. She 

began to neglect me, even to neglect drink, and to dream, 

preoccupied. I felt a restless jealousy, but she would look at 

me, without resentment, without recognition, without seeing me, 

look me straight in the eyes as I was talking to her, and dream 

and dream. This same pretty boy seduced her, I believe. When next 

I met her she was 'on the town,' her one dream of spring over.... 

 

"About this time I had one of those salutary turns that have 

marked epochs in my life, and as a result I left that house and 

resolutely abstained from drink.... I was now in a small 

up-country town. I commenced to play croquet and to ride out. 

Sometimes I was invited to dinner by a young man at the bank, 

whose house was kept by his sister. She had a small figure, a 

pretty but rather narrow face, and well-bred manners; but there 

was a look in her asymmetrical eyes, in the shape of her thin 

hands, even in the stoop of her shoulders, that seemed 

passionate. One day--when her brother, a fine, sweet-blooded 

manly young athlete, was absent--I commenced to pull her about. 

She gave me one passionate kiss, but said: 'No! Do you know what 

keeps me straight? It is the thought of my brother.' I refrained 

from molesting her further. I met other girls, some pretty and 

arrogant, others plain and hungry-eyed; it was a country town 

where there were four or five females to every male. But I could 

not speak frankly and candidly to a young woman as the young 

banker did.... 

 

"I remember that one night, when I was living at the Port, I 

slept all night with a prostitute who had taken a fancy to me and 

who used to cry on my shoulder, much to my impatience and 

annoyance. In the same bed with us, lying beside me, was a girl 


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