My Uncle Oswald

Chapter 20

"Rubbish."

"It"s not rubbish, Oswald. I ought to know."

"Aren"t you forgetting they"ve all had the Beetle?"

"The Beetle helps," she said. "Of course it helps. But there"s no comparison between the way a great creative genius handles his sword and the way an ordinary fellow does it. That"s why I"m having such a nice time."

"Am I an ordinary fellow?"

"Don"t be grumpy," she said. "We can"t all be Rachmaninoff or Puccini."

I was deeply wounded. Yasmin had p.r.i.c.ked me in my most sensitive area. I sulked all the way to Vienna, but the sight of that n.o.ble city soon restored my humour.

In Vienna, Yasmin had a hilarious encounter with Dr. Sigmund Freud in his consulting room at Bergga.s.se 19, and I think this visit merits a brief description.

First of all, she made a proper application for an appointment with the famous man, stating that she was in urgent need of psychiatric treatment. She was told there would be four days to wait. So I arranged for her to fill in the time by calling first upon the august Mr. Richard Strauss. Mr. Strauss had just been appointed co-director of the Vienna State Opera and he was, according to Yasmin, rather pompous. But he was easy meat and I got fifty excellent straws from him.

Then it was Dr. Freud"s turn. I regarded the celebrated psychiatrist as being in the semi-joker cla.s.s and saw no reason why we shouldn"t have a bit of fun with him. Yasmin agreed. So the two of us cooked up an interesting psychiatric malady for her to be suffering from, and in she went to the big greystone house on Bergga.s.se at two thirty on a cool, sunny October afternoon. Here is her own description of the encounter as she told it to me later that day over a bottle of Krug after I had frozen the straws.

"He"s a goosey old bird," she said. "Very severe looking and correctly dressed, like a banker or something."

"Did he speak English?"

"Quite good English, but with that dreadful German accent. He sat me down on the other side of his desk and right away I offered him a chocolate. He took it like a lamb. Isn"t it odd, Oswald, how every one of them takes the chocolate without any argument?"

"I don"t think it"s odd," I said. "It"s the natural thing to do. If a pretty girl offered me a chocolate, I"d take it."

"He was a hairy sort of fellow," Yasmin said. "He had a moustache and a thick pointed beard which looked as though it had been trimmed very carefully in front of a mirror with scissors. Whitish-grey it was. But the hair had been cut well back from his mouth above and below so that the bristles made a sort of frame for his lips. That"s what I noticed above everything else, his lips. Very striking, those lips of his, and very thick. They looked like a pair of false lips made out of rubber which had been stuck on over the real ones.

""So now, frulein," he said, munching away at his chocolate, "tell me about this so urgent problem of yours."

""Oh, Doctor Freud, I do hope you can help me!"I cried, working myself up at once. "Can I speak to you frankly?"

""That"s vot you are here for," he said. "Lie down on that couch over there, please, and just let yourself go."

"So I lay down on the G.o.dd.a.m.n couch, Oswald, and as I did so I thought well anyway I"m going to be in a reasonably comfy place for once when the fireworks start."

"I see your point."

"So I said to him, "Something terrible is wrong with me, Doctor Freud! Something terrible and shocking!"

""And vot is that?" he asked, perking up. He obviously enjoyed hearing about terrible and shocking things.

""You won"t believe it," I said, "but it is impossible for me to be in the presence of a man for more than a few minutes before he tries to rape me! He becomes a wild animal! He rips off my clothes! He exposes his organ--is that the right word?"

""It is as good a word as any," he said. "Continue, fraulein."

""He jumps on top of me!" I cried. "He pins me down! He takes his pleasure of me! Every man I meet does this to me, Doctor Freud! You must help me! I am being raped to death!"

""Dear lady," he said, "this is a very common fantasy among certain types of hysterical vimmen. These vimmen are all frightened of having physical relations with men. Actually, they long to indulge in fornication and copulation and all other s.e.xy frolics but they are terrified of the consequences. So they fantasize. They imagine they are being raped. But it never happens. They are all firgins."

""No, no!" I cried. "You are wrong, Doctor Freud! I"m not a virgin! I"m the most over-raped girl in the world!"

""You are hallucinating," he said. "n.o.body has ever raped you. Vy you do not admit it and you vu1 feel better instamatically?"

""How can I admit it when it isn"t true?" I cried. "Every man I"ve ever met has had his way with me! And it"ll be just the same with you if I stay here much longer, you see if it isn"t!"

""Do not be ridiculous, fraulein," he snapped.

""It will, it will!" I cried. "You"ll be as bad as all the rest of them before this session"s over!"

"When I said that, Oswald, the old buzzard rolled his eyes up at the ceiling and smiled a thin supercilious smile. "Fantasy, fantasy," he said, "all is fantasy."

""What makes you think you"re so right and I"m so wrong?" I asked him.

""Allow me to explain a little further," he said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands across his tummy. "In your subconscious mind, my dear fraulein, you believe that the masculine organ is a machine-gun--"

""That"s just about what it is so far as I"m concerned!" I cried. "It"s a lethal weapon!"

""Exactly," he said. "Now vee are getting somewhere. And you also believe that any man who points it at you is going to pull the trigger and riddle you with bullets."

""Not bullets," I said. "Something else."

""So you run avay," he said. "You reject all men. You hide from them. You sit all alone through the nights--"

""I do not sit alone," I said. "I sit with my lovely old Doberman pinscher, Fritzy."

""Male or female?" he snapped.

""Fritzy"s a male."

""Vorse than ever," he said. "Do you with this Doberman pinscher indulge in s.e.xual relations?"

""Don"t be so daft, Doctor Freud. Who do you think I am?"

""You run avay from men," he said. "You run avay from dogs. You run avay from anything that an organ has. . . ."

""I"ve never heard such codswallop in all my life!" I cried. "I am not frightened of anyone"s organ! I do not think it"s a machine-gun! I think it"s a b.l.o.o.d.y nuisance, that"s all! I"m fed up with it! I"ve had enough!"

""Do you like carrots, fraulein?" he asked me suddenly.

""Carrots?" I said. "Good G.o.d. Not particularly, no. If I do have them I usually dice them. I chop them up."

""Vot about cuc.u.mbers, fraulein?"

""Pretty tasteless," I said. "I prefer them pickled."

""_Ja ja_," he said, writing all this down on my record sheet. "It may interest you to know, fraulein, that the carrot and the cuc.u.mber are both very powerful s.e.xuality symbols. They represent the masculine phallic member. And you are vishing either to chop it up or to pickle it!"

"I tell you, Oswald," Yasmin said to me, "it was as much as I could do to stop myself screaming with laughter. And to think people actually believe this horses.h.i.t."

"He believes it himself," I said.

"I know he does. He sat there writing it all down on a large sheet of paper. Then he said, "And vot also have you got to tell me, fraulein?"

""I can tell you what _I_ think is wrong with me," I said.

""Proceed, please."

""I believe I have a little dynamo inside me," I said, "and this dynamo goes whizzing round and round and gives off a terrific charge of s.e.xual electricity."

""Very interesting," he said, scribbling away. "Continue, please."

""This s.e.xual electricity is of such high voltage," I said, "that as soon as a man comes close to me, it jumps across the gap from me to him and it jiggers him up."

""Vot is meaning, please, "jiggers him up"?"

""It means it excites him," I said. "It electrifies his private parts. It makes them red hot. And that"s when he starts to go crazy and he jumps on me. Don"t you believe me, Doctor Freud?"

""This is a serious case," the old geezer said. "It is going to take many psychoa.n.a.lytical sessions on the couch to make you normal."

"Now all this time, Oswald," Yasmin said to me, "I was keeping an eye on my watch. And when eight minutes had gone by, I said to him, "Please don"t rape me, Doctor Freud. You ought to be above that sort of thing."

""Do not be ridiculous, fraulein," he said. "You are hallucinating again."

""But my electricity!" I cried. "It"s going to jigger you up! I know it is! It"s going to jump across from me to you and electrify your private parts! Your pizzle will become red hot! You will rip my clothes off! You will have your way with me!"

""Stop this hysterical shoutings at once," he snapped, and he got up from his desk and came and stood near where I was lying on the couch. "Here I am," he said, spreading out his arms. "I am not harming you, am I? I am not trying to jump upon you, yes?"

"And at that very moment, Oswald," Yasmin said to me, "the Beetle suddenly hit him and his old doodly came alive and stuck out as though he had a walking-stick in his trousers."

"You timed it lovely," I said.

"Not bad, was it? So I thrust out my arm and pointed an accusing finger and shouted, "There! It"s happening to you, you old goat! My electricity has jolted you! Will you believe me now, Doctor Freud? Will you believe what I am saying?"

"You should have seen his face, Oswald. You really should have seen it. The Beetle was. .h.i.tting him and the s.e.xcrazy glint was coming into his eyes and he was beginning to flap his arms like an old crow. But I"ll say this for him. He didn"t jump me right away. He held off for at least a minute or so while he tried to a.n.a.lyze what the h.e.l.l was happening. He looked down at his trousers. Then he looked up at me. Then he started muttering. "This is incredible! . . . amazing! . . . unbelievable! . . . I must make notes, I must record every moment. Vere is my pen, for G.o.d"s sake? Vere is the ink? Vere is some paper? Oh, to h.e.l.l with the paper! Please remove your clothes, fraulein! I cannot vait any longer!""

"Must have shaken him," I said.

"Shook him rigid," Yasmin said. "It was undermining one of his most famous theories."

"You didn"t hatpin him, did you?"

"Of course not. He was really very decent about it all. As soon as he"d had his first explosion, and although the Beetle was still hitting him hard, he jumped away and ran back to his desk stark naked and began writing notes. He must be terrifically strong-minded. Great intellectual curiosity. But he was completely foxed and bewildered by what had happened to him.

""Do you believe me now, Doctor Freud?" I asked him.

""I have to believe you!" he cried. "You have opened up a whole new field vith this s.e.xual electricity of yours! This case vill make history! I must see you again, fraulein!"

""You"ll jump me," I said. "You won"t be able to stop yourself."

""I know," he said, smiling for the first time. "I know that, fraulein. I know.""

I got fifty first-cla.s.s straws from Dr. Freud.

23.

FROM VIENNA we drove north in the pale autumn sunshine to Berlin. The war had been over for only eleven months and the city was bleak and dreary, but we had two important persons to visit here and I was determined to collar them. The first was Mr. Albert Einstein, and at his house at Haberlandstra.s.se 9 Yasmin had a pleasant and successful encounter with this amazing fellow.

"How was it?" I said, asking her the usual question in the car.

"He had a great time," she said.

"Didn"t you?"

"Not really," she said. "He"s all brains and no body. Give me Puccini any day."

"Will you please try to forget that Italian Romeo?"

"Yes, Oswald, I will. But I"ll tell you what"s odd. The brainy ones, the great intellects behave quite differently from the artistic ones when the Beetle hits them."

"How?"

"The brainy ones stop and think. They try to figure out what on earth has happened to them and why it"s happened. The artists just take it for granted and plunge right in."

"What was Einstein"s reaction?"

"He couldn"t believe it," she said. "In fact he smelled a rat. He"s the very first one who has ever suspected us of jiggery-pokery. Shows how bright he is."

"What did he say?"

"He stood there and looked at me from under those bushy eyebrows and he said, "There is something extremely fishy here, fraulein. This is not my normal reaction to a pretty visitor."

""Doesn"t that depend on how pretty she is?" I said. ""No, fraulein, it does not," he said. "Was that an ordinary chocolate you gave me?"

""Perfectly ordinary," I said, quaking a bit. "I had one myself."

"The little chap was strongly hotted up by the Beetle, Oswald, but like old Freud, he managed to hold off in the beginning. He paced up and down the room muttering, "What is happening to me? This is not natural. . . . There is something wrong. . . . I would never allow this. . . ."

"I was draped all over the sofa in a seductive att.i.tude waiting for him to get on with it, but no, Oswald, absolutely not. For about five whole minutes his thinking processes completely blocked out his carnal desires or whatever you call them. I could almost hear the old brain whizzing round as he tried to puzzle it out.

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