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CONTENTS
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-1
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-2
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-3
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-4
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-5
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-6
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-7
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-8
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-9
ANALYSIS OF THE SEXUAL IMPULSE-10
FOOTNOTES
LOVE AND PAIN-1.1
LOVE AND PAIN-1.2
LOVE AND PAIN-1.3
LOVE AND PAIN-1.4
LOVE AND PAIN-1.5
LOVE AND PAIN-1.6
LOVE AND PAIN-2.1
LOVE AND PAIN-2.2
LOVE AND PAIN-2.3
LOVE AND PAIN-2.4
LOVE AND PAIN-3.1
LOVE AND PAIN-3.2
LOVE AND PAIN-3.3
LOVE AND PAIN-3.4
LOVE AND PAIN-4
LOVE AND PAIN-5.1
LOVE AND PAIN-5.2
LOVE AND PAIN-6.1
LOVE AND PAIN-6.2
LOVE AND PAIN-7
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-1.1
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-1.2
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-1.3
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-1.4
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-1.5
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-1.6
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-2.1
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-2.2
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-2.3
THE SEXUAL IMPULSE IN WOMEN-3
APPENDIX A-1
APPENDIX A-2-3
APPENDIX B HISTORY-1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3-4-5-6-7
APPENDIX B HISTORY-8-9-10
APPENDIX B HISTORY-11-12
APPENDIX B HISTORY-13
APPENDIX B HISTORY-14-15
APPENDIX B HISTORY-16
APPENDIX B HISTORY-17
APPENDIX B HISTORY-18
APPENDIX B HISTORY-19
INDEX OF AUTHORS

should make one want to urinate. (In later life I have found 

that, if the bladder is not emptied before coitus, pleasure is 

often more intense.) There were also feelings, which I now 

recognize as sexual, in connection with ideas of whipping. 

 

"As a child and girl I had very strong religious feelings (I 

should have now if I could believe in the reality of religion), 

which were absent in my sisters. These feelings were much the 

same as I experienced later sexually; I felt toward God what I 

imagined I should like to feel to my husband if I married. This, 

I fancy, is what usually occurs. At 14 I went to a 

boarding-school where there were seventy girls between 7 and 19. 

I think it goes to show that there is but very little sexual 

precocity among English girls that during the three years I 

stayed there I never heard a word the strictest mother would have 

objected to. One or two of the older girls were occasionally a 

little sentimental, but on no occasion did I hear the physical 

side of things touched upon. I think this is partly due to the 

amount of exercise we took. When picturing my childhood I always 

see myself racing about, jumping walls, climbing trees. In France 

and Italy I have been struck by the greater sedateness of 

Continental children. Our idea of naughtiness consisted chiefly 

in having suppers in our bedrooms and sliding down the banisters 

after being sent to bed. The first gratified our natural 

appetite, while the second supplied the necessary thrill in the 

fear of being caught. 

 

"I made no violent friendships with the other girls, but I became 

much attached to the French governess. She was 30, and a born 

teacher, very strict with all of us, and doubly so with me for 

fear of showing favoritism. But she was never unjust, and I was 

rather proud of her severity and took a certain pleasure in being 

punished by her, the punishment always taking the form of 

learning by heart, which I rather liked doing. So I had my 

thrill, excitement, I don't quite know what to call it, without 

any very great inconvenience to myself. Just before we left 

school the sexual instinct began to show itself in enthusiasm for 

art with a capital A, Ouida's novels being mainly responsible. My 

sister and I agreed that we would spend our lives traveling about 

France, Italy, and the Continent, generally _a la Tricotrin_, 

with a violin in one pocket and an Atravante Dante in the other. 

To do this satisfactorily to ourselves we must be artists, and I 

resolved to go in for music and become a second Liszt. When my 

father offered to take us to Italy, the artist's Mecca, for a 

couple of years, we were wild with delight. We went, and 

disillusionment began. It may perhaps seem absurd, but we 

suffered acutely that first summer. Our villa was quite on the 

beach, the lowest of its flight of steps being washed by the 

Mediterranean. At the back were grounds which seemed a paradise. 

Long alleys covered over with vines and carpeted with long grass 

and poppies, grassy slopes dotted with olives and ilex, roses 

everywhere, and almost every flower in profusion, with, at night, 

the fireflies and the heavy scents of syringa and orange 

blossoms. In the midst of every possible excitement to the senses 

there was one thing wanting, and we did not know what that was. 

 

"We attributed our restlessness and dissatisfaction to the slow 

progress in our artistic education, and consoled ourselves by 

thinking when once we had mastered the technical difficulties we 

should feel all right. And of course we did derive a very real 

pleasure from all the beauties of art and nature with which Italy 

abounds. 

 

"It seems to me, however, that the art craze is one of the modern 


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