Another Englisher, Aleister Crowley, the 
Poet, Outs With It 
 
Originally published in the 1913 edition of  
The World on Fire or England’s Own 
Inferno. 
 
 
In point of fact, gallant little Germany is against a 
world in arms.  Austria has been torn for many years by 
internal divisions; only a part of her population is of 
German stock.  But against Germany and this one friend 
are arrayed Russia, France, England, Servia, Montene-
gro, and Japan; and every one of these nations is throw-
ing its whole diplomatic weight into the task of getting 
Roumania, Bulgaria, Greece, Italy, Holland, Denmark, 
and the United States of America to join in.  We are only 
about 6 to 1 at present, and feel insecure.  
My own view is simpler.  We have waited for a long 
while to smash Germany and steal her goods.  We have 
taken a first-class opportunity, and we shall never regret 
it.  
We thank God that we are not as other men.  There 
are no stained glass windows bright enough for us.  Our 
haloes are top heavy.  
We have quite forgotten that the Belgian is the most 
cruel, mean, and cowardly cur in Europe, that we have 
demonstrated till all are blue against him as assassin, 
torturer, mutilator, and cannibal.  We have dined in our 
thousands to acclaim his disgrace.  We heard of nothing 
but "Red Rubber;" of negroes with hands, and feet, and 
indeed all that was off-choppable, off-chopped; of rape, 
robbery, murder, anthropophagy, and so on, until even 
our sanest etymologists began to derive Belgium from 
Belial and Belphegor and other leading Lucifuges of the 
hierarchy of the Pit, and now it is Gallant Little Belgium, 
and les braves Belges, and enough about heroes and 
martyrs to make any decent man vomit!