Gestures

A certain little boy used to have fits
Of military enthusiasm
Whenever there was any occasion for castration anxiety
He would put on a uniform
And equip himself with a toy sword and other weapons

One girl appeared to have no reaction at all
To situations of disappointment
All that could be observed was a quivering
Of one corner of her mouth

One girl succeeded so completely repressing
Her envy of her little brothers penis
And affect by which her life was entirely
Dominated
That even in analysis
It was exceptionally difficult to detect any traces of it

And one girl
Whenever she had occasion to envy
Or be jealous of her brother
She began to play a curious imaginary game
In which she herself enacted the part of a magician
Who had the power of transforming and otherwise influencing
The whole world by his gestures

He would put on a uniform
And equip himself with a toy sword and other weapons

All that could be observed was a quivering
Of one corner of her mouth

She began to play a curious imaginary game
In which she herself enacted the part of a magician
Who had the power of transforming and otherwise influencing
The whole world by his gestures
The whole world by his gestures
The whole world by his gestures

She began to play a curious imaginary game
In which she herself enacted the part of a magician
Who had the power of transforming and otherwise influencing
The whole world by his gestures
The whole world by his gestures
The whole world by his gestures