pubic hair, and told several of us openly of how he enjoyed to play “a drum-beat” on his penis before going to sleep.  “I don’t do it too much, though,” he explained.  He showed a mild curiosity when I gave him the resume of a book on cohabitation which contained illustrations of the erect penis and the female organs.  I had found this book in the woods and I read it eagerly during my third year.

I came to the point of agreeing with A., who said:  “Everyone is smutty.”  Indeed I lived in a lustful world, and yet my mind was bent also on books, and writing, and the outdoor world.  I was overgrown and splendidly developed, with a medium-sized penis and a scant growth of pubic hair.  My face wore a somewhat infantile expression.  My mouth was a perfect “Cupid’s bow,” my hair thin and light.  I was troubled about my snub-nose, which gave the boys a great deal of amusement.  As a matter of fact I exaggerated its upward tendency out of my morbid self-consciousness and cowardice.  My imagination was extraordinarily intense, as it had always been.  I was sensitive to smells and sounds and colors and personalities, and to the subtle influence of the night.  I was timid and easily moved to tears, but not from any physical weakness until after.  At the lower house there was the boy Z., famed for his large penis; and the older G., a boy of 15, who was the leader in sexuality at his dormitory.  Z. showed me his penis and exposed his glans often enough, but we did not manipulate each other.  G. told us to notice how large a space his penis occupied in his trousers, and laughed over Z.’s custom of masturbating by means of a narrow vase.  G.’s special lover was a nervous boy of ten.  It is remarkable that none of us mentioned fellatio or paedicatio.  These acts may have occurred at school, but not to my knowledge.  We did not have much to say sexually about the girls.  We heard rumors of a 16-year-old, V., who had been sent away from school for coitus; and my first room-mate was said to have obtained conjunctio with a girl under cover of the chapel shed.  Once A. and I pointed a telescope at the open windows of the girls’ dormitory, but we saw nothing to interest us.  A day-scholar, J., a pale, nervous, bright boy of 13, took me into the study of his uncle-physician and together we gloated over pictures of the sexual organs.  A. was with us on one occasion.  J. told me how he liked to roll over and over in bed with his hand placed under his scrotum.  This act, he said, made him imagine that he was obtaining coitus.  He advised me to slide my penis back and forth in the vagina whenever I should actually obtain coitus.  In my room at school J. once drew an imaginary map of a bagnio, in which the water-closet was carefully displayed en suite with the bedrooms.  J. and I never masturbated together.  Indeed, I cannot remember seeing his organ.  A hulking boy of 16, who lived opposite the school-grounds, became intimate with