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He suddenly developed an entirely new defect. I had always found him truthful. He now adopted a 
policy of deliberate deceitfulness with the greatest subtlety. It was perfectly imbecile. He had only 
to say what he wanted and I should have done whatever I could to help him, whatever it was. He, 
however, persuaded himself that he must keep his plans dark and the final absurdity of the whole 
thing was that I was aware from the beginning exactly what he intended to do. Our relations ended, 
bar occasional correspondence, towards the end of the year, when he left us to go to Australia 
avowedly to help Frater Progradior in establishing the Law. However, he only stayed a short time in 
Sydney and went on to San Francisco, where, free from all guidance or control, he broke out into a 
series of spasms of which I do not know the details, and which are of little interest as being merely 
casual symptoms of a state of mind which I had already studied sufficiently. I asked myself, "How 
now?" Has Thelema failed in this case? I have thought this over ruthlessly, but my final judgment is 
that the Law is not touched by these events. It seems to me beyond dispute that any conceivable 
code of conduct presumes implicitly that men always act on certain fundamental principles which 
they carry out, well or ill, within wide limits; those limits being exceeded, the man is not a man 
"within the meaning of the act" and the Law cease to apply to him. For instance, we feel safe in 
acting on the assumption that a man will not walk into a blazing house, and we make no law to 
punish any such action. We assume that a man always acts in what he believes to be his own best 
interest. The conduct of Godwin was irrational, his motive had no logical link with his actions. It is 
therefore impossible to imagine any formula by which to judge him. 
So far, so good, but at least I failed to break up the complex which obsessed him. That is true, but I 
blame my inexperience and nowise the principles on which I proceed. I am not without excuse. Let 
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example to illustrate the impossibility of guiding him or even enlightening his mind. He was anxious 
to do certain magical work, which forms part of the task of a Grade which he had not attained. In 
order to devote himself to this, he proposed to neglect the work prescribed for the Grade which he 
actually possessed. I pointed this out, and after some show of sulks, he agreed. A day or so later, in 
discussing some point of magical theory, I happened to say, "I want you to understand very 
thoroughly what this implies." He retorted violently, "I'm not an 8° = 3ř! To understand is not a part 
of the work of my Grade!" To that he stuck. It was useless to argue that the understanding of an 8° 
= 3ř has a technical definition, and that a child of two years old must understand the alphabet, if it 
is to be any use to it. Stupidities of this type were constantly coming up. 
In matters like chess, he was just as bad as he was about Magick. He begged me to teach him the 
game. I prescribed a system of study to be vitalized by daily practice with me over the board. For 
some reason which I never succeeded in grasping, he refused obstinately to follow my advice in any 
single point. When we played he grew steadily worse and when asked to account for this, he took up 
the position that nothing was to be gained by winning. He was even ass enough to quote The Book of 
the Law about lust of result. He could hardly help seeing that unless one played to win, there was 
no point in playing at all. Nothing moved him. He simply gave up playing. The stupidity was really 
disheartening. He had a fine natural ability to judge position and invent combinations. A little 
technical knowledge of the openings, and a systematic study of the end game which he might have 
acquired in a year, should have made him a first-class amateur. My worst weakness is this: I hate to 
see good material wasted. 
So much for Godwin. In brilliant contrast stands the figure of Frater Progradior. 
My success with him is enough to wipe out a dozen failures and more. He was a Lancashire man of 
good family which had fallen into undeserved distress. As a result he had had to work with his hands 
from the age of nine. He had always been eager and earnest about spiritual affairs. He had begun 
by joining the Theosophical Society, but after seventeen years found himself unlightened in the 
slightest. He had then put in eleven years with the A.'. A.'., but in the absence of personal guidance 
his progress had been slow. He arrived weary of life, despairing of truth.