A Dangerous Method Page #2

she said "wear".

Might that be a reference

to contraception?

You have quite a flair for this.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Is she your wife?

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

I promised you a son

on Christmas Day.

And here she is

a day late and the wrong sex.

Don't be absurd.

'A' for Agathe.

Next time I'll give you a boy.

Can you explain why your

nights have been so bad?

I'm afraid.

Of what?

There's something in the room.

Something like...

like a cat, only it can speak.

It gets into bed with me.

Last...

last night, it... it suddenly...

whispered something in my ear.

I couldn't hear what.

But then...

I felt it...

against my back.

Something...

slimy like...

like a... s...

like some kind of a mollusc,

moving against my back.

But when I...

when I turned around,

there was nothing there.

You felt it against your back?

Yes.

Were you naked?

I was.

Were you masturbating?

Yes.

Tell me about the first time you can

remember being beaten by your father.

I suppose I was...

about four.

I'd broken...

a plate or...

oh, yes, and...

and he told me...

to go into the little room and...

take my clothes off.

And then...

he came in and...

spanked me.

And then I...

I was so... frightened

that I wet myself and then he...

he hit me again.

And then I...

That first time... how did you feel

about what was happening?

I liked it.

Would you repeat that, please?

I couldn't quite hear.

I liked it.

It excited me.

And did you continue to like it?

Yes!

Yes!

Before long, he only...

just had to... to say to me

to go to the little room and I would...

I would start to get wet.

When it came to my... to my brothers

or even... just... threatened that...

that was enough.

I'd have to go down and...

I wanted to lie down and...

and touch myself.

Later at school,

anything would...

would set it off, any...

any kind of... humiliation.

I looked for any...

humiliation.

Even here when you... you hit my...

my coat with your stick.

I had to come back right away,

I was so... excited.

There's...

there's no hope for me.

I'm vile... and...

filthy and... corrupt.

I must...

I must never be let out of here.

So good to meet you

at long last.

Professor Freud.

You're most welcome.

Please.

Perhaps the terms themselves

should be reviewed.

If, for instance, we could come up

with some milder term than "libido",

we might not encounter

such emotional resistance.

It would make the teaching side

of things much easier.

Is euphemism a good idea?

Once they work out what we actually mean,

they'll be just as appalled as ever.

I take your point, but I still think

it's worth trying to sweeten the pill...

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