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 ta