thing as beauty of thought--that there is poetry
and art and literature. This, too, of course, came little by little, but
do you wonder I loved a man who showed me a new world and who taught me
I was not bad? He put good books into my hands, and to my grateful joy I
found I liked these books better than the trash I had hitherto read.

"I felt so much better, after seeing so much of Terry, that I decided to
go to work again. Terry was against this. 'Try it,' he said, 'But I
assure you you don't need to work. I have tried doing without work for
many years, it is much easier than it seems.' Nevertheless I got a job
in a bicycle factory, but I only stayed a few days. It seemed like a
stale existence to me! And besides, I was in love and wanted to be with
Terry all the time. 'By God,' I said to him that night, 'you are right!
I'll never work again.'

"My friend Gertrude, the girl with whom I had intended to go in the last
reckless experiment, came to Terry's flat to see me, and get me to go
with her. I had thought, after I gave up work, that Terry might offer me
marriage, but he told me quite frankly that it was against his
principles to marry anybody. I was a little hurt and astonished at this,
but as I was very much in love and was already beginning to imbibe his
ideas, it did not matter so very much to me.

"So, when Gertrude came, I led her to Terry and asked him what he
thought about her plan. He said to us: 'The kind of prostitution you
contemplate is no worse than the kind often called marriage. Selling
your body for a lifetime is perhaps worse than selling it for an hour or
for a day. But the immediate result of this kind of prostitution which
you plan is very terrible practically. It generally leads to frightful
diseases which will waste your bodies and perhaps injure your minds. The
girls you envy are not always as happy, gay, and careless as they seem.
It is part of their business to seem so, but they are not, or only so
for a very short time. Perhaps you will be better off so than in
domestic drudgery. It is a choice of evils, but if you are very brave
and courageous you may perhaps get along without either. But if forced
to one or the other, I recommend prostitution. It may be worse for you
but, as a protest, it is better for society, in the long run.'

"He pictured to us as truly as he could the life of the street-walker;
he did not seem to think that morally it was worse than any other life
under our socia