John St. John

THE EQUINOX 6.51. in the pavilion. But thy friends have heard that story 9.0. before, and thy explanation will not appear in the score. Mr.]. SI./ohn, ὀ. Maya, 0, they will read in the local newspaper. There is no getting away from that! Failure! Failure! Failure! Now then let me (7.35) take the position of the Hanged Man and invoke Adonai. Probably sleep returned shortly. Not a good night, though dreamless, so far as memory serves. The rain comes wearily down, not chasing the dryness, but soddening the streets. The rain of autumn, not the rain of spring! So is it in this soul, Lord Adonai. The thought of Thee is heavy and uneasy, flabby and loose, like an old fat woman stupid-drunk in her slum; which was as a young maiden in a field of lilies, arrow-straight, sun- strong, moon-pure, a form all litheness and eagerness, dancing, dancing for her own excess of life. Adonail Adonail 9.17 Rose, dressed, etc., reflecting on the Path. Blinder 114 than ever! The brain is in revolt; it has been com- pressed too long. Yet it is impossible to rest. It is too late. The Irresistible God, whose name is Destiny, has been invoked, and He hath answered. The matter is in His hands; He must end it, either with that mighty spiritual Experience which I have sought, or else with black madness, or with death. By the Body of God, swear thou that death would come— welcome, welcome, welcome!