least control it.  I have not yet told of this improvement in my condition, because I wished people to still think I was insane, so that I would be sure to escape being sent to the penitentiary.  I know I was insane at the time I tried to kill both Clifford and myself, and feel that I don’t deserve such a dreadful punishment as being sent to a State prison.  However, I think it was that operation and my subsequent illness that caused my insanity rather than passion for Clifford.  I should very much like to know if you really consider sexual perversion an insanity.”

When discharged from the Criminal Insane Asylum, Olmstead returned to Chicago and demanded his testicles from the City Postmaster, whom he accused of being in a systematized conspiracy against him.  He asserted that the postmaster was one of the chief agents in a plot against him, dating from before the castration.  He was then sent to the Cook Insane Hospital.  It seems probable that a condition of paranoia is now firmly established.

The following cases are all bisexual, attraction being felt toward both sexes, usually in predominant degree toward the male:—­

    HISTORY XXVII.—­H.C., American, aged 28, of independent means,
    unmarried, the elder of two children.  His history may best be
    given in his own words:—­

“I am on both sides distantly of English ancestry, the first colonists of my name having come to New England in 1630.  Both my mother’s and my father’s families have been prolific in soldiers and statesmen; my mother’s contributed one president to the United States.  So far as I am aware, none of my antecedents have betrayed mental vagaries, except a maternal uncle, who, from overstudy, became for a year insane.

“I am a graduate of two universities with degrees in arts and medicine.  After a year as physician in a hospital, I relinquished medicine altogether, to follow literature, a predilection since early boyhood.

“I awoke to sexual feeling at the age of 7, when, at a small private school, glimpsing bare thighs above the stockings of girl schoolmates, I dimly exulted.  This fetishism, as it grew more definite, centered at last upon the thighs and then the whole person of one girl in particular.  My first sexually tinged dream was of her—­that while she stood near I impinged my penis upon a red-hot anvil and then, in beatific self-immolation, exhibited the charred stump to her wondering, round eyes.  This love, however, abated at the coming of a new girl to the school, who, not more beautiful, but more buxom, made stronger appeal to my nascent sexuality.  One afternoon, in the loft of her father’s stable, she induced me to disrobe, herself setting the example.  The erection our mutual handlings produced on me was without conscious impulse; I felt only a childish curiosity on beholding our genital difference.  But the episode started extravagant whimsies,