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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
Confessions of Aleister Crowley (1929), PDF p. 89
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out on board and every man died by Paley, who sailed the schooner, singlehanded, seven days back
to Sydney.
On another occasion he found himself at Lima during the battle; if you can call it a battle when
everyone thought it the best bet to shoot anyone he saw as a mater of general principle. Paley,
being a man of peace, took up a position on a remote wall with the idea of shooting anyone that
approached in case of his proving unfriendly. However, the first person that arrived was obviously
an Englishman. They recognized each other and proceeded to concert measures for escape.
The newcomer, a doctor with long experience of South America, suggested that if they could only
cross a broad belt of country inhabited by particularly malignant Indian tribes, and the Andes, they
could reach the head waters of the Amazon and canoe down to Iquitos, where they would be in
clover, as the doctor was a close friend of Dom Somebody, a powerful minister or other high
official. They started off on this insane programme and carried it out (after innumerable
adventures) with success. Arriving at Iquitos, ragged and penniless, but confident that the
minister's friendship would put them on a good wicket at once, they sought the local authorities ---
and learnt that their friend had been hanged a few days before, and that anyone who knew him
might expect a similar solution to his troubles!
The two Englishmen were thrown into prison, but broke out and bolted down the river. The hue
and cry was raised; but, just as their pursuers were closing in on them, the managed to steal a
fishing smack, with which they put out into the oúen Atlantic. Luckily, a few days later, when they
were on
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the brink of starvation, they fell in with an English steamer bound for Liverpool. The captain
picked them up and took them home in triumph.
The weather made it impossible to do any serious climbing; but I learnt a great deal about the work
of a camp at high altitudes, from the management of transport to cooking; in fact, my chief claim
to fame is, perhaps, my "glacier curry". It was very amusing to see these strong men, inured to
every danger and hardship, dash out of the tent after one mouthful and wallow in the snow,
snapping at it like mad dogs. The admitted, however, that it was very good as curry and I should
endeavour to introduce it into London restaurants if there were only a glacier. Perhaps, some day,
after a heavy snowfall ---
I had been led, in the course of my reading, to The Kabbalah Unveiled, by S. L. Mathers. I didn't
understand a word of it, but it fascinated me all the more for that reason, and it was my constant
study on the glacier. My health was not good during this summer and I had gone down to Zermatt for
a rest. One night in the beer hall I started to lay down the law on alchemy, which I nowise
understood. But it was a pretty safe subject on which to spread myself and I trust that I impressed
the group of men with my vast learning. However, my destiny was in ambush. One of the party,
named Julian L. Baker, was an analytical chemist. He took me aside when the group broke up and
walked back to the hotel with me. He was himself a real practical alchemist --- I don't know
whether he had been fooled by my magpie display of erudition. He may simply have deduced that
a boy, however vain and foolish, who had taken so much pains to read up the subject, might have a
really honest interest after all; and he took me seriously. He had accomplished some remarkable
work in alchemy. For one thing, he had prepared "fixed mercury"; that is to say, the pure metal in
some form that was solid at ordinary temperatures.
As for me, I made no mistake. I felt that the moment of opportunity was come. I had sent out the
S.O.S. call for a Master during that Easter at Wastdale Head; and here was a man who was either
one himself or could put me in touch with one. It struck me as more than a coincidence that I
should have been led to meet him partly through my ill-health and partly through my fatuous
vanity. That night I resolved to renew my acquaintance with Baker in the morning and tackle him
seriously about the intricate question which lay close about my heart.
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