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Doctor In The House (1946)

I met my little nurse at six. We passed an innocuous evening and arranged a rendezvous for the next week. But the appointment was never kept. The following day she was transferred to Sister Virtue's ward, where she cracked up. One afternoon she threw a pink blancmange at Sister and went out and got a job as a bus conductress.
This incident temporarily cooled my enthusiasm for nurses. After a few weeks I attempted to kindle an affection for a fat blonde girl in the out-patient department, but after we had spent a few evenings together she began to drift away from me, almost imperceptibly at first, like a big ship leaving dock. It was then that I started to worry about myself. Was it that I had no attraction for women? I never enjoyed success with my consorts while my friends apparently had no difficulty in committing fornication with theirs. I slunk into the library and looked up the psychology books : horror overcame me as I turned the pages. In my first few weeks in the wards I had been convinced that I was suffering from such complaints as tuberculosis, rheumatic heart, cancer of the throat, and pernicious anaemia, all of which successfully cleared up in a few days, but now I faced the terrible possibility of harbouring a mother fixation, oral eroticism, and-a subnormal libido. I mentioned these fears to my friends that evening after supper.
`The trouble with you, my lad,' said John Bottle, without taking his eye from the microscope he was studying `is that you are suffering from that well-recognized clinical condition orchitis amorosa acuta, or lover's nuts.'
`Well,' I said sadly, `I wish I could find someone to cooperate with me in the matter.'
`Can't you wait for a week?' Kelly asked testily. `My path exam is too near to let me go out for a night.'

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