what they insist be the only natural and pure expression of "the will to possess, the wish to surrender" . . oh, then is the flouting world quite right! For then we are indeed not men! But if not so, what are we? Answer that, who can?"
"The more perplexed I became in all this wretchedness (for it had grown to that by the time I had reached my majority) . . the more perplexed I became because so often in books, old ones or new, nay, in the very chronicles of the criminal-courts, I came face to face with the fact that though tens of thousands of men, in all epochs, of noblest natures, of most brilliant minds and gifts, of intensest energies . . scores of pure spirits, deep philosophers, bravest soldiers, highest poets and artists, had been such as myself in this mystic sex-disorganization. . . . that nevertheless of this same Race, the Race-Homosexual, had been also, and apparently ever would be, countless ignoble, trivial, loathesome, feeble-souled and feeble-bodied creatures! . . . the very weaklings and rubbish of humanity!"
