and followed him.  He was a pretty, dark boy.  He made water.  I went up to him and asked him to let me feel his penis.  He at once jumped away, and ran off shrieking.  I was frightened, mounted my bicycle, and rode as fast as I could home.

“There was no sentiment in the above cases.  It is also to be noted that in neither instance did I make any arrangements to see the person again.  As far as I can remember, when once I was satisfied I felt disgust for my act.  In the case of women this was never so.

“Two of the women described in the foregoing pages stand out above the others.  Perhaps I have not sufficiently shown that in the cases of W.H. and S.H.  I felt a considerable degree of passion.  W.H. was the first woman with whom I had had intercourse; this invested her in my heart, with a peculiar sentiment.  In neither case can I be accused of fickleness.  Indeed, I may say that up to this time I had had no opportunity of being fickle.  I never saw enough, or had enough, of a woman to get a surfeit of her.

“The case I now come to presents the features of the cases of W.H. and S.H. in a stronger form.  I was then 20; I have since then married; I am a father; my experiences have been many and varied; but still I must confess that no other woman has ever stirred my emotions more than—­I doubt if as much as—­D.C.  Up to date, if there has been any grand passion in my life, it is my love for her.  D.C., when I got to know her—­by talking to her in the street—­was a girl of about 20.  She was short and plump; dark hair; dark, mischievous eyes; a fair complexion; small features; quiet manners, and a sensual ensemble.  I do not know what her father was.  He was dead, her mother kept a university lodging house.  She spoke and behaved like a lady.  She dressed quietly; was absolutely unmercenary; her intelligence—­i.e., her intellectual calibre—­was not great.  Her master-passion was one thing.  The first evening I walked out with her she put her hand down on my penis, before I had even kissed her, and proposed intercourse.  I was surprised, almost embarrassed; she herself led me to a wall, and standing up made me do it.

“Next day we went away for the day together.  I may say she was always ready and never satisfied.  She was sensual rather than sentimental.  She was ready to shower her favors anywhere and to anyone.  My feelings toward her soon became affectionate and sentimental, and then passionate.  I thought of nothing else all day long; wrote her long letters daily; simply lived to see her.

“I found she was engaged to be married.  Her fiance, a schoolmaster, himself used to have intercourse with her, but he had taken a religious turn and thought it was wicked to do it until they married.  I had intercourse with her on every possible occasion:  in private rooms at hotels, in railway carriages, in a field,