ABSTRACT
Had the analysis gone on and on, Belle and I could have found even more roots of her erotic daydream. Still, in the time we had, we learned enough to be able to recover memories of how and why she built it as she did. She and I are clear that what she experienced before treatment as simply a surge of excitement was in fact an intricate, highly condensed, carefully constructed fable in which, in an instant, she relived the major affectional and erotic events of her life from infancy on. As with a chemical analysis, we broke a compound—the daydream—into its component parts and binding forces: its meanings.
