I found this in an old trunk in my attic; it seems to have been among my great-grandfather's papers. Originally, the introductory text and anonymous annotations were in italics - I have placed them in square brackets. I have done my best to copy the text accurately, but there may be errors, because the paper was decomposing and badly stained in places. I pass it on without further comment.
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[GENTLE Reader: The following is a transcript of a lecture I attended, delivered three years ago at a now defunct institution called the London Psychosexual Society. I seek to circulate this document as widely as possible to let the world know of vile quackery of Dr. W.F. of Vienna, lest his villainy be forgotten -- obviously, this W.F. was a lunatic and a pervert masquerading as a practitioner of the healing arts, and it would be terrible if any more impressionable young women were to fall into the horrid clutches of him or his acolytes. The account of abject depravity that follows violates every precept of decorum and decency of our enlightened age. It is intended only as a lesson and a warning, and under no circumstances should it be allowed to fall into the hands of the feminine sex, and it should not be read by those of a sensitive or corruptible disposition.]
On the Cure of Female Erotic Dysfunction - A Case Study A Lecture Delivered at the London Psychosexual Society Dr. Wolfgang Freund, of Vienna
8 April 1905
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Wolfgang [he pronounced it Volf-gank] Freund. You may know me as the developer of certain controversial, I dare say revolutionary, theories concerning the female frigidity. I am currently visiting your country on an extended sabbatical, and I am honored to be allowed the opportunity to present my work to the members of your esteemed institution. [rumour had it that W.F. was in London because the police of three different Continental nations were pursuing him, and a score of angry husbands and fathers had filed suit. He did not mention this, naturally.]
Many have called me a charlatan, a quack, and a sick, dirty, deviant old man. To these self-exalted academic critics, I cry 'Tosh! Your jealousy is unbecoming!'. Nevertheless, thanks to the brutal ostracism of the closed-minded clique of my peers, or inferiors as I prefer to call them, I am forced to publicise my theories to audiences more sympathetic and imaginative than the tired club of mainstream psychoanalysis.
My theory, in the shell of the nut as the Anglo-Saxons say, is that the root of female sexual un-responsiveness, that profitable disease responsible for the lavish existences of so many psychoanalysts, is excessive tension in the posterior nether regions of the female of our species. I believe, gentleman, than by relieving this tension through the proper sequence of externally administered treatments and exercises it is possible to turn even the most un-excitable Eis-frau into a raging harlot, an amorous acrobat, an inferno of the conjugal bed, as goes the expression.
As exhibit A, I present to you the following case study, involving the young Isabella B. [I don't know why he bothered keeping her name a secret, given her notoriously scandalous behaviour after his `treatments']
Isabella B- came to me at the insistence of her husband. Two months after their nuptials, the marriage was still unconsummated. Invariably she rejected her husband's amorous advances, and threw a hysterical fit whenever he approached her in an affectionate manner. Dozens of sessions with the several of the accepted therapists [W.F.'s face twisted at the last two words] of Vienna failed to produce results, and drove her deeper into the depths of her hysterical inhibitions.
When I first saw her in my offices, nothing in her demeanour suggested that she might suffer from any deep-rooted psychological instability. On the contrary, she was a charming young thing, well spoken, of sound body and normal phrenology, good shoulders, medium but very firm breasts, and a back curving down to the most lovely protruding Callypygian butto.. Ah, ahem, but I digress from the world of clinical science to the realm of, er, aesthetics. [here W.F. paused to wipe his brow and lean against the dais while he caught his breath].
After noting her history, recounted with the greatest of reluctance, I requested that we commence the examination. She was, thanks to her deep rooted inhibitions and her formative years spent in a nunnery [W.F. smacks lips?] most reluctant to allow herself to be physically investigated, allowing only the most cursory taking of a pulse. Obviously, the treatment could not proceed without drastic action.
I encouraged her to relax upon a setee and accept a small breathing mask to her nose for what I termed a "breathing test" - to this she did not object, particularly because I promised that this was the last and final element of her examination. I was then at liberty to surreptitiously attach her mask to a tank of nitrous oxide and encourage her to take deep breaths, whilst I pretended to take notes. Within one minute her head was wavering, and within two minutes the gas had achieved its full effect and she was a deep slumber. I gave her an additional minute of gas, and then dragged her up, lay her upon the couch, and relieved her of her clothes. This was rather a struggle given her state of complete anaesthesia, but I managed shortly to reduce her to the necessary disrobement [W.F. polished his spectacles, gazing dreamily into the distance]. I then lifted her to my specially constructed examining table, placed her upon it on her abdomen, attaching her legs and arms to the corresponding restraints. This table, a particular invention of mine, is designed to allow me to move even the most un-cooperative subject into an appropriate examination position, and allows full access to the subject's body - the subject's head is placed on a padded rest, and the mammary organs protrude below and by virtue of downward gravity are fully elongated, accessible, and, er, stimulable. [he drew the word out, pronouncing it st-ee-mul-able].
[a pause, as W.F. stroked his goatee, apparently savouring the memory, much to to the distaste of many in the audience]
The nitrous being, as we know, a short acting substance, Isabelle B. soon became awake, and as the haze lifted, began to protest most vigorously, despite my soothing assurances that no harm would come to her, and that this was all for her own benefit. Alas, if we allowed patients to dictate their own treatment, there would be no need for our profession, no? [chuckle from W.F., nervously echoed by audience]
At this point I will read from my preliminary examination notes: [shuffling of papers, and squinting at what appears to be a leather-bound notebook]
Mammary nipples - (through examination hole in table) pale, no stiffening, swelling, or elongation Lips - pale Eyes - un-dilated, after anaesthetic wore off Demeanour - complaining and threatening in a most irritating and undignified manner.