open, and given
it a general inspection, although it was generally but a rapid one in
those days. If I had the same woman again another day, it was because
I liked her and liked to talk to her, for I always found them more
complaisant the longer I knew them. But here had I been having a woman
daily, and sometimes twice a day, mainly because she was so exquisite in
form (for I had some idea even then that her cunt was not a good fit
to my prick;) yet I had never seen her cunt; nor her backside, nor her
bubbies, nor her arm-pits,' nor her navel, nor anything properly, and so
I determined not to have her again, and to dismiss her from my mind. But
I was hooked.

To economize I again went with cheap women, and seemed to get just as
nice women for ten shillings as I did for twenty; but I had taken a
liking for the house in J...s Street, which was an expensive one, and
liked the best room, and took my cheap women to my dear room. One
woman said, "Well you might give me a little more, and have a cheaper
room,--the room gets nearly as much as you give me." And I saw a woman
there one night pocket the comb, and a piece of soap,--she stole them.
I heard in pleasant conversation afterwards, that soap and combs were
often stolen by women,--especially soap.

About a fortnight afterwards I saw my Venus again, and again was
closetted with her. I could resist my desire for her no longer, for
having never ceased thinking of her even when fucking other women. She
was just as calm, but there was a little, quiet spite about her. When
she had taken off her bonnet, and looked at me for a minute with her
mouth open as usual, she said, "I suppose you have been having other
women." I can't tell why it was, but I lied, and said "no." "What did
you go upstairs with one for?" said she, "the night after you left
me,--I was in the parlour, and peeping through the door saw you and
the woman who stumbled at the foot of the stairs" (which was the fact).
"Well I did," I replied, "and saw her cunt,--and that's more than I ever
saw of yours." "You've seen as much as you will." Putting on my hat
in rage, "Then I may as well go,--here is your money,"--and I
turned towards the door. "Don't be a fool," said she, "what _do_ you
want?--what _do_ all you men want?--you are all beasts alike,--you're
never satisfied." She was angry. "Don't be in a hurry, and let's see
your precious cunt." I recollect saying that very distinctly, being
angry,--and that up to that