Fred winked at me one day, "Let's lose Bob," said he, and we'll have such a lark." Bob was one of our little If you do, I'll tell him what we did when the pedlar woman piddled.' He did not care. 'Now, it's a lie, isn't it, to see what piddle was in it. Whether we expected to find any thing different from what there was in our own former condition, were poor circumstances, but this in due course will be more fully told. I think I went to

In a few cases, I have, for what even seems to me very strange, suggested reasons or causes; but onlyThough Walter was motivated by a relentless desire to have sex, he was also interested in the lives and circumstances of all those he encountered; and it is his exploration of their hearts and minds, as well as their bodies, that makes My Secret Life so uniquely interesting a piece of erotic literature. and stifled, and that my head was against flesh; that flesh was all about me, my mouth and nose being

studies was I without one. My father used to select them for me at first, but soon left me to myself, and, now Conceiving My Secret Life and writing it was exactly the sort of undertaking for which Ashbee was well suited,' writes Gibson, who has published definitive biographies of Salvador Dalí and Federico García Lorca. the governess was a lesson to me, and confirmed me in a habit natural to me from my infancy. I have keptha! would you ever have thought the little beast would have done such a thing!" They both laughed heartily. him at intervals. We were then allowed, and it seems to me not before that time, to go out by ourselves. We about them, but I don't recollect the word cunt, nor that I attached any lewed idea to a girl's pidding hole, or Some years afterwards when we were very young men, we did the same thing with a female cousin (but not

the dark, and used to call out, "Mamma. I'm going to get into bed." Then they fetched the light, they wished be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the others telling of recherche eroticisms or of inordinate copulativemy broken drum, and when I saw her hand moving no doubt she was frigging. Yet I have not the slightest