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Janke brings together opinions to this effect, Die Willkürliche Hervorbringen des Geschlechts, p. 275. Max Marcuse supports Ostwald's experiences, and says that the letters of prostitutes and their bullies are love-letters exactly like those of respectable people of the same class, and with the same elements of love and jealousy; these relationships, he remarks, often prove very enduring.
"He's just wet his face and wiped all the dirt off on the towel. The Devil himself is not more afraid of holy water than Jan Van Hove is of water of any kind!" she cried. "Go and wash yourself properly, Janke," said his father sternly, and Jan disappeared through the kitchen door.
"What a scholar is our Janke!" laughed his mother, as she lifted the last sheaf of wheat on her fork and tossed it at Father Van Hove's feet. "He can count seven when it is supper-time! As for me, I do not need a clock; I can tell the time of day by the ache in my bones; and, besides that, there is Bel at the pasture bars waiting to be milked and bellowing to call me."
Them were also two short, fat shadows which bobbed briskly about over the green meadow as their owners danced among the wheat-sheaves or carried handfuls of fresh grass to Pier, the patient white farm-horse, hitched to the cart. These gay shadows belonged to Jan and Marie, sometimes called by their parents Janke and Mie, for short.
The voluntary muscles are thus in harmony with the approaching general sexual avalanche. Cf. J.P. West, "Masturbation in Early Childhood," Medical Standard, November, 1895. Cf. the discussion of hysteria in "Auto-Erotism," vol. i of these Studies. Janke, Die Willkürliche Hervorbringen des Geschlechts, p. 238. Cf. Adler, Die Mangelhafte Geschlechtsempfindung des Weibes, pp. 29-38.
You must be the man of the house now, my Janke, and help me take your father's place on the farm; and Marie must be our little house-mother. We must be as brave as soldiers, even though we cannot fight." "I think I could be braver if I had some breakfast," sobbed Janke. Mother Van Hove struck her hands together in dismay.
Father Van Hove reached down from his perch on top of the load, caught her in his arms, and enthroned her upon the fragrant grain. "And now it is your turn, my Janke!" cried Mother Van Hove, "and you shall ride on the back of old Pier like a soldier going to the wars!" She lifted Jan to the horse's back, while Father Van Hove climbed down to earth once more and took up the reins.
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