ABSTRACT
Men can experience a feeling of which neither jokes in doubtful taste nor classic works of literature give a proper or explicit account—probably, indeed, only psychoanalysts are entrusted with the secret. When men do talk about it, they have a feeling of triumph—at having triggered off such an ecstatic orgasm—that soon begins to resemble that of the sorcerer’s apprentice—overwhelmed by what he triggered off and unable to keep it in check. No man ever says he had an orgasm that transported him into any kind of heaven. The authors could identify the return as they check out some of the assuredly-defensive processing that the fantasy of woman’s everlasting orgasm engenders. After making love, a man may be impotent, but he is not dead. He may fall asleep, but he does not go mad. As to the narcissistic issues involved in orgasm, a man explores and experiences the vector that concerns castration.
