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I have written a very full comment on The Book of the Heart Girt with a Serpent, which as I 
proceeded manifested innumerable mysteries of transcendent importance which I had till then 
never suspected to inform the text. 
I also began an examination of The Golden Verses of Pythagoras. I was struck by the fact that it was 
incumbent on disciples to commit them to memory and repeat them daily. From this I deduced that 
the somewhat shallow meaning of their injunctions concealed the heart of the initiated doctrine. 
This speculation was confirmed by research. For instance, the phrase "Honour the gods" which 
"needs no ghost come from the grave to tell us" is proper, conceals a magical injunction of the first 
importance. "Tima" honour etymologically means "Estimate" or "calculate". The instruction thus is to 
make a scientific investigation of the formulae of the various gods, i.e., to discover the laws which 
express their energies, exactly as in physics to honour gravitation is senseless, but we may increase 
our control of nature by inquiry into its nature and action. The more I studied these verses, the 
more tremendous seemed their import and should I succeed in completing my translation and 
commentary, the long lost secret of Pythagoras should be brought to light and Greek philosophy 
assume an aspect hitherto hidden which must revolutionize our ideas of the ancient wisdom. 
The true significance of the Atus of Tahuti, or Tarot Trumps, also awaits full understanding. I have 
satisfied myself that these twenty-two cards compose a complete system of hieroglyphs 
representing the total energies of the universe. In the case of some cards, I have succeeded in 
restoring the original form and giving a complete account of their meaning. Others, however, I 
understand imperfectly, and of some few I have at present obtained no more than a general idea. 
It is heartbreaking to have to write on this matter, "So much to do, so little done." I am 
overwhelmed by the multiplicity of urgent work. I need the co-operation of a whole cohort of 
specialists and my helplessness lies heavy on my heart, yet the word which I uttered at my first 
initiation, "Perdurabo", still echoes in eternity. What may befall I know not, and I have almost 
ceased to care. It is enough that I should press towards the mark of my high calling, secure in the 
magical virtue of my oath, "I shall endure unto the End." 
-oOo- 
  
WEH note: Crowley's writing ends here, but the following later writing by Jane Wolfe is of interest 
in that it relates to the events of this final chapter: 
"A villifying report of what took place at the time of the death of Raoul Loveday, at the Abbey of 
Thelema in Cefalu, having come to my attention, leads me to write a brief account of that unhappy 
event, as I was not only there during Raoul's brief sojourn at the Abbey, but I took care of him on his 
deathbed. 
"He arrived in Cefalu from London late in November, or early December, 1922, pale and aenemic, 
and had just recovered from a rather severe septic throat. 
"The weather at the time was sunshiny and warm. Raoul basked in this sunshine, spent much time 
out of doors, and soon showed signs of improvement. 
"By January he was taking long walks, and one one of these occasions, being thirsty, drank water 
from a small stream which was 'polutted', and was therefore taboo. No one round about touched 
this water, and Raoul had been cautioned about it, but forgot it, no doubt, at the time of his thirst. 
"A diarrhea set in, which after 10 or 12 days, became suddenly acute on the day of his death, 
causing a sloughing off of the mucous membrances of the intestines. 
"During this period he had been under medical care, but without avail.