With psychologists and homosexuality, though, the only safe prediction is:"You can't always sometimes tell."

For our purposes, one trouble is that Dr. Ollendorff is continually dealing with sick persons, many of whom are criminals, and most of whom seem to me not at all bright. You, contrastingly, are probably not a criminal and you average brighter-than-average.

If you are

sick, your sickness will not match the sicknesses Dr. Ollendorff treated --some of which illustrate the all-but-incredible extremes that some patients exhibit. Nor can you expect that if you take the medication mentioned as given, the effect upon you will be satisfactory.

Dr. Ollendorff seems to think society to blame for those unfortunate illnesses and misbehaviors. Still, if I understand him, he favors a greater heterosexual permissiveness. I would expect such permissiveness to result in the birth of more and more children in conditions of ignorance, poverty and crime. Those conditions would subject succeeding generations to the very processes of psychological mayhem that we all deplore.

Each of the many case histories included is too brief to suit me. To draw any inferences from a case, we need to know a great deal about it. Often no estimate of the patient's intelligence is made; and, in other cases, it is not enough to say that a person is intelligent.

persons are

intelli-

No two gent in exactly the same way. It is entirely possible that the degree of intelligence is not significant; but then, where homosexuality is concerned, what characteristics are?

Manuel boyFrank

THE ASBESTOS DIARY, by Casimir Dukahz, Oliver Layton Press, New York, 1966, 281 pp., $5.95.

I knew that a book like this

was going

to be written sooner or later for the times were growing increasingly ripe for its appearance. But, for its appearance in press, there was to take place the improbable coincidence of a boy-lover who

was at the same time a master of literary prose, a first-class humorist, and, above all, a man risen above all hackneyed morality.

Well, what seemed well-nigh impossible to take place has actually happened: the man exists, his name is Casimir Dukahs, and the book has been written, published, is being read and, what matters most, is changing the sexual habits of those who read it.

I, alas! am too old to benefit from the reading of this book, but I will say this much: had I read it fifty years ago, when, at eighteen years of age, I chanced to come across Paychopathia Sexualis, by KrafftEbing, my life would have been far less miserable than the one I led, what with all the regrets, heart-aches, remorses, prejudices, etc. which plagued it thru all these years. During these fifty years, every boy I loved caused a psychic upheaval originating from the conflict between my life's deepest urges

and the world's tenets of morality.

Now, as far as I am concerned, it is all part of the past, the inner fire is spent, my heart. is a rag, and I can only rejoice at the publication of this book which may lead many to the road to happiness. That the author stresses the physical side of the pursuit of happiness through the enjoyment of that most stupendous flower of creation a boy's adolescent body while the spiritual aspect of Greek Love is overshadowed, constitutes, to my notion, the only flaw in this otherwise praiseworthy book.

And, purposely, I say praiseworthy, because apart from his teachings on the on the technique of boys' love-making, this book happens to be a most humorous piece of literature of its genre; perhaps THE most humorous