sleep.  At this time a visit to the seaside, where, for the first time, I was able to see men bathing in complete nudity, frankly, in the full light of day, plunged me again for a time headforemost into imaginative amours, and my scruples and resolutions were flung to the winds.  But, on the whole, I had now entered a stage which, for want of a better term, I must describe as the emotionally moral.  To whatever depth of indulgence I descended I carried a sense of obliquity with me; I believed that I was a rebel from a law, natural and divine, of which yet no instinct had been implanted in me.  I still held unquestioned the truth of the religion I had been brought up in, and my whole life, every thought of my brain, every impulse of my body, were in direct antagonism to the will of God.  At times physical desire broke down these barriers, but I practised considerable restraint physically, though not mentally, and made great efforts to conquer my aversion from women and extreme devotion for men, without the slightest success.  I was 30, however, before I found a companion to love me in the way my nature required.  I am quite a healthy person, and capable of working at very high pressure.  Under sexual freedom I have become stronger.”

    HISTORY XXII.—­T.J., aged 50; man of letters.  Height 5 feet 7
    inches; weight 10 stone, but formerly much less.  Belongs to an
    entirely normal family, all married and with children.

“Owing to the fact that my mother suffered from some malady the whole period of gestation prior to my birth, I came into the world so puny a child, so ill-nourished, that for some time the doctors despaired of my life.  Till the age of puberty, though never ill, I suffered greatly from delicate health.  I was abnormally sensitive and all my affections and passions extraordinarily developed.  Owing to my brothers being much older than myself I was thrown into the society of my sister.  Till 8 years old she was my chief playmate.  With her I played with dolls and abandoned myself wholly to the delights of an imaginary land which was much more real to me than the world around me.  I never remember learning to read, but at 5 the Arabian Nights and Kingsley’s Hereward the Wake were my favorite books.  Living in the country the society of other children was difficult to obtain.  My whole affections centered in my father, my mother having died when I was a child.  This affection for my father was rather a morbid passion which absorbed my life.  I dared not leave his side for fear of a final separation from him.  I would wake him when asleep to see if he still lived.  To this day, though he died twenty-six years ago, his memory haunts me.

“My first abnormal desires were connected with him.  I had seen him occasionally micturating in the garden alleys or out in the country.  These occasions excited me terribly, and I would, if possible, wait till he had gone, and touch the