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Afterward, though
he never suspected it, desire for him became a consuming passion,
and I remember on one occasion, when on a holiday, I occupied the
same bed with him, the excitement of his propinquity brought on
such a formidable attack of heart palpitation that my father
called in the family physician on our return home. Needless to
say my heart was found quite sound. The desire still remains
after all these years, and nothing excites me more even now than
the memory of my father in his morning bath.
"The whole world for me in my early childhood was peopled with
imaginary beings. While still a young child I would invent
stories and relate them to any listener I could find, one such
story lasting three years. I was an omnivorous reader, but my
favorite reading was poetry. At 7 I could repeat the greater part
of Longfellow's poems; Scott followed; then Milton captivated me
when I was 14; then came Tennyson, Arnold, Swinburne, and Morris.
Later came the Greek and Latin poets. From 7 years on I wrote
verses to my father.


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