September 25th. All the girls are madly in love with Professor Wilke the natural history professor. Hella and I walked behind him to-day all the way home. He is a splendid looking man, so tall that his head nearly touches the lamp when he stands up quickly, and a splendid fair beard like fire when the sun shines on it; a Sun God! we call him S. G., but no one knows what it means and who we are talking about.The illustration above right comes from the blogger "Caustic Cover Critic," who has taken the initiative to design and self-publish neglected books under the rubric Whiskey Priest Press. (The image is a detail from ‘Profilbildnis eines Mädchens’ [‘Profile portrait of a girl,’ 1897] by Koloman Moser, "a number of whose paintings capture Viennese adolescence rather intriguingly.")
September 29th. Schmolka has left, I suppose because of Frl. St.'s vanity bag. Two other girls have left and three new ones have come, but neither I nor Hella like them.
October 1st. It was my turn in Natural History today I worked frightfully hard and He was splendid. We are to look after the pictures and the animals all through the term. How jolly. Hella and I always wear the same coloured hair ribbons and in the Nat. Hist. lesson we always put tissue paper of the same colour on the desk. He wants us to keep notebooks, observations on Nature. We have bound ours in lilac paper, exactly the same shade as his necktie. On Tuesdays and Fridays we have to come to school at 1/2 past 8 to get things ready. Oh how happy I am.
October 9th. He is a cousin of our gymnastic master, splendid! This is how we found it out. We, Hella and I, are always going past the Café Sick because he always has his afternoon coffee there. And on Thursday when we passed by there before the gymnastic lesson there was the gymnastic master sitting with him. Of course we bowed to them as we passed and in the gymnastic lesson Herr Baar said to us: So you two are tormented and pestered by my cousin in natural history? "Pestered" we said, o no, it's the most delightful lesson in the whole week. "Is that so?" said he, "I won't forget to let him know." Of course we begged and prayed him not to give us away, saying it would be awful. But we do hope he will.
The "pash" that Grete and Helle have on Herr Professor reminds me of the hilarious film The World of Henry Orient, in which two schoolgirls are smitten with the Peter Sellers character and devise elaborate stratagems to spy on him.
After the jump: a passage illustrating this point.
|Freud and his daughter Anna|
May 22nd. Dora asked me to-day how it was I
knew all about these things, whether Hella had told
me. I did not want to give Hella away, so I said
quite casually: "Oh, one can read all about that in
the encyclopedia." But Dora laughed and said:
"You are quite on the wrong scent; you can't find a
tenth of all those things in the encyclopedia, and what
you do find is no good. In these matters it is abso-
lutely no good depending on books." First of all she
would not tell me any more, but after a time she told
me a good deal, especially the names of certain parts,
and about fertilisation, and about the microscopic
baby which really comes from the husband, and not
as Hella and I had thought, from the wife. And how
one knows whether a woman is fruitful. That is
really an awful word. In fact almost every word
has a second meaning of that sort, and what Dora
says is quite true, one must be fearfully careful when
one is talking. Dora thinks it would be best to make
a list of all such words, but there are such a frightful
lot of them that one never could.