Now, do not think from this I was anangel. We
progress from the simple to the complex.
Myuncle was quite stunned; in fact, for a time it
was thought he wouldgo insane. I was remorseful attimes, but when in her dear arms I
felt fully justified for all thathappened.
The vampire has a better timethan the calf hung up
by the heels with its throat cut. And the last night we were togetherwe slept
together.
Reasonsays they are no good: they should be put in
a lethal chamber and doneaway with peaceably. I know that each one must answer
tohimself and my conscience is very much at ease. He would not hear ofbeing
separated from me.
I said weakly:Ive had enough of this: Ill go home
to bed. But how shall we know that we are growing and making progress
towardsperfection?
And of course he very soon made her
acquaintance,and he admired her even more than I did.
All the things it needs for its growth it is its
duty toget and to enjoy.
Again Henry waved him aside, and as he moved I saw
him. I had many girl friends, but no sweetheart.
Yethe had distinguished himself in war as in peace:
can you hope forbetter treatment? I finished high school with a brilliant record,
thanks to hervery competent coaching. My boy is married, happily married, I believe,
andI am lately a grandpa.
It may be that ourhigh instinct to hold home and
flesh sacred has prevented us fromperishing. Love laughsat reason and is obeying
some higher or, at any rate, some moreimperious law.
My sex nature suddenly awoke and could not be
satisfied,it would seem. I said weakly:Ive had enough of this: Ill go home to bed.
We believed in the Reason and were bold to accept noother authority.
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may be that ourhigh instinct to hold home and flesh sacred has prevented us
fromperishing. He was inLondon a few months, then in Paris a year and in Vienna
another year.
We had been out to the theater and cameback.
Between the creedof Nietzsche and the creed of Jesus, between individualism and the
lawof love?
My father died when I wasten years old and my
mother when I was twelve.
I was my uncles constant companion; I consideredhim
an ideal man. The problem of love and sex is a most difficult one. I was then
twenty-one, a man physicallystrong and robust as an ox.
An almost completephysiological change came over
me.