The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE EQUINOX murderous conflicts shall go on. So when you call the God to whom you aspire ‘The Compassionate,’ ‘The Merciful,’ pray be very careful as to exactly what you mean ! " “ I am cold. I am frightened. The world has fallen away from me. Take me away. Put me into the ordeal; I have nothing'more to lose.” “ In the grey hours of the mom." But the crowd was already on its feet, cheering. Joe Marie had fallen on his opponent, now too weak to counter or to guard, and smashed him here, there, and everywhere. It was as oneusided asa man beatinga carpet. Twice he knocked him through the ropes. The first time he rose unsteadily, only to fall instantly. The second time his friends, careless of the rules, helped him to rise. A mistaken kindness; the black rushed him round the ring under a hail of pitiless blows, and with a last smashing drive flung him clean through the ropes out of the ring before the referee had time to stop the fight. Edgar Rolles drove Ida Pendragon back to his studio in Montparnasse. All the way she clung to him, sobbing like a child. He sat very still, save to caress her hair from which the \turban had fallen. " It is the victory of Essence over Form,” he mused, “ of Matter over Motion. Woman is Form, and thinks Form is Being. Oh my God I ” he started up. “ I am a man. Suppose I, who am Being, think Being is Form! . . . I cannot even attach a meaning to the phrase! I am blinder than shorn Samson. Both must be equal, equally true, equally false, in His eyes wherein all is false and true, He being beyond them. Only the brains of a child—of The Child —-can grasp it. ‘Except ye become as little children, ye 124