A female patient of mine recently afforded me some interesting examples of the narcissistic evaluation of flatus. In the course of her analysis she said to me: 'I sometimes feel I could kill you, and when I go to bed I break wind and say to myself: "There, I've shot him; he is dead"'. Asked to give further examples of this type of behaviour, she said: 'Sometimes when I have sexual intercourse with my husband, I like to pass a lot of flatus and think to myself: "I have blown him to pieces"'.