A Rake's Progress, 3: The Orgy, by William Hogarth HOGARTH A RAKE'S PROGRESS THE ORGY PAINTING #3 Sprawled on the carpet of my parent's house in 1968 I am nine years old. I had the Time-Life book The Ages of Man, The Age of Enlightenment open and I was looking at a helpless, sotted, man surrounded by women with breasts spilling out of bodices at a table in Rose's Tavern. Intrigued and repulsed I took the book to my father lying on the sofa watching the news and pointed to the picture. "What does this mean Papa?" He looked thoughtful at the painting. "Dissipation, Julia." "What is that?" "Drinking, gambling, whoring." I knew all of these were bad and took the book from him and went back to looking at the Hogarth painting sitting on the floor in the living room. I was aroused by the evil man with the idiot look attended by a woman with her hand resting upon his shoulder. In 1968 or 1734 immoral folly is still the same and all these years later I remember when I learned the word dissipation.