It's not difficult, slugs; draw him in with the mild and slightly titillating. Nothing wrong, he says, with looking at the women's swim team pics or watching the beach volleyball on the sports channel. You take it from there, step-by-step, into the deeper perversions.

You may be thinking that pornography is for men only. It is, and it isn't. It's true that the female of the species are usually not drawn to pornography. If they look at it at all they're more likely to be repulsed ("Yucch! That's sick!") or just curious ("Goodness, how did they get into that position without hurting their backs?!"). This is because the male of the species is drawn by the visual sense. He likes to look. The female likes to be looked at. She wants to be admired and loved. Once you understand this, flukes, you've got the key. Just as the man might fantasize about his sexual exploits, the woman fantasizes about being loved and needed and admired.

Pornography for females therefore takes its appropriate form. They don't look at pictures about sex; they read stories about love. I'm talking about "romance novels," squirm worms. You might think them anodyne and dull, harmless even; but some of our best authors are making the heroines increasingly amoral. The heroines are women who "make their own sexual choices." In addition, our agents are making the love scenes more and more sexually explicit.

Now, here's the delightful detail, worms: the female of the species may well consume three or four 'romance novels' in a month. Her form of "adult entertainment" has her identifying with a woman whom her grandmother would have called a slut or a brazen hussy. The simpering little lipstick feeds her imagination and fantasizes about being a "sexually liberated woman," but she is locked into a fantasy world of sex, just as much as the man looking at pornography. But because she doesn't look at dirty pictures (she reads dirty books instead) it doesn't seem so bad.

This is the crunch, worms—to get both the males and females locked into a fantasy world of sex. We want them to live in an unreal sexual world where all the women are overblown and oversexed and all the men are unbelievably handsome, rich, and physically fit. With a little bit of skill these false images will determine what sort of woman or man your victim (I mean patient) is looking for in a spouse. Because such people never existed in the first place, your stupid little biped will (if he or she is looking for love at all) go on an endless quest looking for a non-existent ideal they think will make them happy. Whenever they meet a real man or woman they will reject them as "not good enough," never for one moment thinking that perhaps they themselves are "not good enough."

We could spend much longer on this complex business, but I'm afraid you'll have to learn most of it on the job. Next week we begin the next unit on the philosophical roots of pop-cult corruption. You'll be bored out of your minute brains, but it has to be done I'm afraid.

We must end there for today. Snort? See me after class. We'll go looking for Glimwort. He can't avoid us forever.