Magick Without Tears

32 How Can a Yogi Ever Be Worried? Cara Soror, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. That question I have been expecting for a very long time! And what you expect is to see my middle stump break the wicket-keeper's nose, with the balls smartly fielded by Third Man and Short Leg! I admit that it looks like a strong case. Here (you put it in your more elegant prose) we have a Yogi, nay more, a Paramahamsa, a Bodhisattva of the best; yea, further, we have a Master of the Temple-and is not his Motto Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici? and yet we find him fussing like an old hen over the most trivial of troubles ; we find him wrapped in the lacustrine vapours of Avernus, fretting himself into a fever about imaginary misfortunes at which no normal person would do more than cast a contemptuous glance, and get on with the job. Yes, although you can scarcely evade indictment for unnecessarily employing the language of hyperbole , I see what you mean. Yet the answer is adequate; the very terms of his Bargain with Destiny not only allow for, but imply, some such reaction on the part of the Master to the Bludgeonings of Fate . (W.E. Henley· ) There are two ways of looking at the problem. One is what I may call the mathematical. If I have ten and sixpence in the world and buy a half-guinea cigar, I have no money left to 1. An English poet. 220