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-My sore throat. After the installment of the journal last week, I came down with one of my terrible sore throats. For one day I stayed in bed, for another I took anti-biotics. No effect. Then I decided it was psychosomatic and, more than that, valid. That is, I wished to have it, the {{LJ:Juggler}} had given it to me in order to freeze a certain process. Well, one cannot force a process. So I accepted it, I ignored it, I made love with it which means among other things that I put my mouth wherever I wished—hang the germs!—and I got a little better.
+My sore throat. After the installment of the journal last week, I came down with one of my terrible sore throats. For one day I stayed in bed, for another I took antibiotics. No effect. Then I decided it was psychosomatic and, more than that, valid. That is, I wished to have it, the {{LJ:Juggler}} had given it to me in order to freeze a certain process. Well, one cannot force a process. So I accepted it, I ignored it, I made love with it which means among other things that I put my mouth wherever I wished—hang the germs!—and I got a little better.
-And then Saturday night I asked Rhoda{{LJ:Rhoda}} about it for she had gone to a Reichian,{{LJ:Reich}} and Rhoda said I should scream. So I practiced screaming into a pillow (very hard for me—I always have enormous tension in the throat), which is why savages rarely kiss and civilized people do. The {{LJ:sup}} relocates {{LJ:lerve}} in the mouth, the ass, the breasts, the hips, everywhere. Savages particularly in Tahiti, which is very mild suppishly, undoubtedly get their sex much more directly from their genitals).
+And then Saturday night I asked Rhoda{{LJ:Rhoda}} about it for she had gone to a Reichian,{{LJ:Reich}} and Rhoda said I should scream. So I practiced screaming into a pillow (very hard for me—I always have enormous tension in the throat), which is why savages rarely kiss and civilized people do. The {{LJ:sup}} relocates {{LJ:lerve}} in the mouth, the ass, the breasts, the hips, everywhere. (Savages particularly in Tahiti, which is very mild suppishly, undoubtedly get their sex much more directly from their genitals).
 Then we had ''Tea-Time'', the radio program. Then later Adele{{LJ:Adele}} and I made love. I woke up with four hours of sleep and my throat practically all better. Today it is just a tiny bit sore, but I don’t mind it. I realized that I got my sore throats four times in the last few years, each before taking a big step forward. After the first I conceived ''[[The Deer Park]]'', after the second Adele and I began to live in the same cold-water flat, after the third we lived together as nominal husband and wife in Mexico, that wild er country, and the fourth was last summer when we went to Mexico and were effectively beginning our real legal marriage.