The book isn't composed about primitive pagan beliefs -- it's about every religion that ever existed. The author's notion is that in the dim recesses of prehistory contemporary was One Sound Religion, which was (ahem) cock affection. Finer time the Sound Wish became tainted and transformed happening the massive divergence of religions we find today (or in 1880, to be not to be faulted). The maker finds traces of Phallicism in ancient Egypt, ancient Scandinavia and ancient Greece, accompanied by the Phoenicians, Druids and Open Americans, in modern day India, Breakables and Japan... and even in the Judaeo-Christian tradition (which was higher sacrosanct in the 19th Century than it is today). Any theological implication to a tree, land, prop up, obelisk, rod or staff is a Phallic Characteristic, as are any references to bulls, rams, goats and serpents. Gods such as Bacchus, Dionysius, Hermes, Mahadeva, Siva, Osiris, Jupiter, Moloch and Baal are, in the author's view, anthropomorphized dicks. We are told (and I'm adjacent to put the stakeout in quotes): the extraordinary work out of admiration in the Ark of the Union was most likely a phallic stock" and "the plot a course, or crucifix, has a sexual origin".
Though pleasingly crazy (be the same as all eccentrics, he - or she - takes the germ of a good plot to unlikely unrestrained behavior) this is actually a fine book... it manages to chitchat all of the world's religions in a appear light (even if a difficult one), in the absence of claiming that any of them are profit or low to the others!
