Mr. Crowley and The Creeds

— 8 — guous at that, would be small comfort to our grilled widows and lacerated backs. Yet this is the political condition of England at this hour. You invoke a “ casual cameldriver ” to serve your political ends and prevent me having eighteen wives as against four : I prove him an imposter, and you call my attention to the artistic beauty of Ya Sin. I point out that Ya Sin says nothing about four wives, and you say that all moral codes limit the number. I ask you why all this fuss about Mohammed, in that case, and you write all my sentences — and your own — Qabalistically backwards, and it comes out : “ Praise be to Allah for the Apostle of Allah, and for the Faith of Islam. And the favour of Allah upon him, and the peace ! ” War, I think, if those be the terms. POST-SCRIPT War under certain conditions becomes a question of pace, and I really cannot give my cavalry as much work as Our Brer Rabbit would require. On the appearance of his article “ Mr. Crowley and the creeds ” I signified my intention to reply. It aborted his attack on me, and he has not since been heard of. In the midst of the words he was trying to say, In the midst of his laughter and glee, He has softly and suddenly vanished away— I supposed I always was a bit of a Boojum !