Magick Without Tears

NOISE 127 are all subjected by law to the bleatings, bellowings, be1chings of the boring balderdash of the B.B.C.-issies? So nobody must be allowed to think at aU. Down with the public schools! Children must be drilled mentally by quarter-educated herdsmen, whose wages would stop at the first sign of disagreement with the bosses. For the rest, deafen the whole world with senseless clamour. Mechanize everything! Give nobody a chance to think. Standardize "amusement. " The louder and more cacophonous, the better! Brief intervals between one din and the next can be filled with appeals, repeated 'till hypnotic power gives them the force of orders, to buy this or that product of the "Business men" who are the real power in the State. Men who betray their country as obvious routine. The history of the past thirty years is eloquent enough, one would think. What these sodden imbeciles never realize is that a living organism must adapt itself intelligently to its environment, or go under at the first serious change of circumstance. Where would England be to-day if there had not been one man, deliberately kept "in the wilderness" for decades as "unsound," "eccentric," "dangerous," "not to be trusted," "impossible to work with," to take over the country from the bewildered "safe" men? And what could he have done unless the people had responded? Nothing. So then there is still a remnant whose independence, sense of reality, and manhood begin to count when the dear, good, woolly flock scatter in terror at the wolfs first howl. Yes, they are there, and they can get us back our freedom-if only we can make them see that the enemy in Whitehall is more insidiously fatal than the foe in Brownshirt House. On this note of hope I will back to my silence. Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666