Konx Om Pax

THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 105 I swear by their impending gleam, The Sierra’s snowy swords of light! By all the cruel and cold despair That Christ hath brought upon the land: By Mary and the false blind beastly Lies of the prudish and the priestly: By God and death and hate I swear That man shall rise, shall understand. I swear by this my lucid Eye, By all the freedom I have won, That men shall learn to love and doubt, Put faith and slavery to the rout, And eagle-pinioned even as I Soar to the splendour of the sun! All right! all right! said the doctor, rather testily. But you want everybody to use your methods. Hurrah for Huxley! Down with Jesus! By heaven, your tyranny will soon be as bad as that of Rome or Geneva. Every man must find his own way to freedom. Let me read to you about my mad friends. One of the most inter esting cases of symbolic coitus I know of. The man wasn’t of the hunting class; he was a head waiter, child of some Russian exiles of the so-called student persuasion, and his only notions of fox-hunting were taken from the Christmas numbers of the illustrated papers of his childhood! Strange how things stick! THE SYMBOLISTS TITAN EVE was thewed and sinewed: all the blood of Mother Earth Sang within her veins and gave her all the might of all her girth. Vladimir was small and dainty like a fairy knight to brand Greener circles with his dancing on the green enamoured land.