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The result of my attack on the strongholds of the
feminists soon made itself felt. The Swiss press attacked
me in such a manner that my life in Switzerland became
unbearable. The sale of my books was prohibited, and
I fled, hunted from town to town, to France.
But my former Paris friends had deserted me. They
had become my wife’s allies, and, surrounded and hemmed
in like a wild beast, I again changed the arena ; almost
without means I at last made port in g, colony of artists
in the neighbourhood of Paris.
Alas ! I was caught in a net, and I remained enmeshed
for ten miserable months !
The society in whicli I found myself consisted of young
Scandinavian artists, recruited from various professions,
some of them of strange origin ; but, worse still, there
was a number of lady-artists, women without prejudices,
completely emancipated and so enamoured with herma-
phroditic literature tliat they believed themselves the
equals of man. They tried to conceal their sex as far as
possible by adopting certain masculine characteristics ;
they smoked, drank, played billiards . . . and made love
to each other. They wallowed in the lowest depths of
innnorality.
As an alternative to utter isolation, we made friends
with two of those monstrous women ; one of them was a
writer, the other an artist.
The writer called on me first, as is customary wlien one
happens to be a well-known author. My wife was jealous
at once : she was anxious to win an ally sufficiently
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