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it is summer, one of the first fine days were on the beach After lunch. Our backs to a sloppy piece of driftwood. The sun is high in the air warm around us. Beside me, Achilles shifts and his footfalls open against mine. It is cool and shaved pink from the sand, soft from winter indoors, he hums something, a piece of a song he had played earlier. I turned to look at him. His face is smooth without the blotches and spots that have begun to afflict the other boys. His features are drawn with a firm hand, nothing awry or sloppy, nothing too large, all precise cut with the sharpest of knives and yet the effect itself is not sharp. He turns and finds me looking at him. What he says, nothing. I can smell him. The oils that he uses on his feet, pomegranate and sandalwood, the salt of clean sweat. The high since we had walked through their scent crushed against our ankles. Beneath it all is his own smell, the one I go to sleep with. The, when I wake up to, I cannot describe it. It is sweet, but not just, it is strong, but not too strong, something like almond, but that still is not right Sometimes. After we wrestled my own skin smells like it. He puts a hand down to lean against the muscles in his arms, curved softly appearing and disappearing as he moves. His eyes are deep green online. My pulse jumps for no reason I can name. He has looked at me 1000 times, but there is something different in this case and intensity. I do not know. My mouth is dry and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow. He watches me. It seems that he is waiting. I shift an infant eczema movement towards him and is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know until then when I'm going to do, I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. They can taste his mouth hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles in a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin. More. He illustrated his idea in one of the very few diagrams or graphics he ever incorporated in his prolific output of words. It was the most audacious effort to reach across the Cartesian divide from his neuro scientific base on the body side to the terra incognita on the mind side, Freud never tested or supported his idea by any laboratory experiments and given the technological state of neuroscience at the time, he wouldn't have succeeded even if he tried Freud's project, aspired to create a new science of the mind based on the emerging science of the brain. And he coined the new word psychoanalysis to summarize this revolutionary agenda, but it did not play out like that psychoanalysis might have been first imagined by Freud as a point of connection between the domains of the mind and the body. But it subsequently departed ever more completely to the mental side patients talked and Freud listened patients in talk and Freud listened to that too as he listened to what his patient was or was not saying. He also listened to himself. It was all in the minds of the two of them. In the dialectic of transference and counter transference. The psychoanalytic relationship became Freud's new lab. It was in those hours and hours of consultation that he heard or inferred the raw material that he assembled into the books that made him world famous chapter 15 on Wednesday january 6th 1937. Just a fortnight before his inauguration, President elect win drip announced his appointments of cabinet members and of diplomats, Secretary of state. His former secretary and press agent lisa Harrison, who also took the position of High Marshal or Commander in chief of the Minutemen, which organization was to be established permanently as an innocent marching club. Secretary of the treasury one Webster are Skittle, President of the prosperous fur and hide National Bank of ST louis Mr Skittle had once been indicted on a charge of defrauding the government on his income tax, but he had been acquitted more or less. And during the campaign he was said to have taken a convincing way of showing his faith to Buzz win drip as the Savior of the Forgotten Men, Secretary of war Colonel Acela lou thorn. Formerly editor of the Topeka Kansas august and the fantasy goods and novelties cassette more recently, High in Real Estate. His title came from his position on the honorary staff of the governor of Tennessee. He had long been a friend and fellow campaigner of one drip. It was a universal regret that Bishop paul Peter prang should have refused the appointment as Secretary of war with a letter in which he called Winter my dear friend and collaborator and asserted that he had actually meant it when he had said that he desired no office. Later. It was a similar regret when father Colin refused the ambassadorship to Mexico with no letter at all, but only a telegram critically stating just six months too late a new cabinet position that of Secretary of Education and Public relations was created not for months would Congress investigate the legality of such creation. But meantime, the new post was brilliantly held by Hector. My goblin MD PhD, honorary lady Senator pork would grace the position of attorney general and all other offices were acceptably filled by men who though they had roundly supported wind rips. Almost socialistic projects for the distribution of excessive fortunes were yet known to be thoroughly sensible men and no fanatics