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October 31, 2006



In Grad School, we were assigned "Da Vinci and a Memory of His Childhood". The memory was a dream about a kite, but Freud's copy of Da Vinci's diary mistranslated this as a "Vulture", which Freud believed expressed Da Vinci's sublimation of his repressed sexuality. You'd think the book could be easily dismissed, but no, it is still studied for its "higher truths".


The vulgar petit bourgeois who scoffed at Freud were right all along, and for roughly the right reasons.

Anna O.

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My blog is a creative dedication to all things 19th century female hysteria. Please check it out, and please tell me where my innaccuracies are in regards to my research.



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