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1907 · PDF PAGE 140

Konx Om Pax

…rt than ‘ We are Seven ’; but when you have done it you are no better at figure skating.” He quotes as the great guiding scripture of his life a Buddhist Sutta (ii, 33): “Therefore, 0 Ananda, be ye lamps unto yourselves. Be ye a refuge to yourselves. Betake yourself to no external refuge." How is this inward m stery revealed? The answer is in the East by Yoga, and in the West by Magic; in the East by an entirely artificial and scientific method, in the West by a stimulation and sudden outflowing of the poetic faculty. The East, we may take it, is a…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 119

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…qualized with So'Do'My That transcends Short 0’ Face and Longnose both: This is the deepest den of the Qliphoth. Match theml the Tree of Life in Eden Bower Grows balanced perfectly from root to flower.” -—This may be why the Reverend Mrs. Grundy Called him a sodomite the other Sunday. Good! chuckled Basil, when they had done laughing. If he'd worked that out as a boy, his alleged character might have forced him to its own path. When I was in Marrakesh, they lynched a poor old man because their mosque had been defiled in some real or imaginary way…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 92

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…n the way to the gate that men call Madness. The fourth occupant of the room was Arthur’s oldest friend—nay, master. Desperate research, life risked again and again in strange ways, in comprehensible to the swinish multitude, steady purpose ever equili brating each thought with its opposite, had brought him at the end to the mastery of things. So earnestly would he gaze on God, and die, that God had given him of His own life, and sent him among men. But men knew him not. Only the babes could understand his strange grave smile. The fifth man was …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 87

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… diverse, yet harmonious, republic; while let us never forget that not only have we developed men of genius in every branch of practical life, but many among us have had our equilibrium crowned by that supreme glory of humanity, realization of our identity with the great and holy Tao." Wherewith he set aside no less than three hundred and sixty-five days in every year, and one extra day every fourth year, as days of special rejoicing.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 137

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…s virility. But it is when we come to him in more abstract conditions of mind that we find him in a higher state. He says: I have dreamed life a circle or a lineI Called God and Fate and Chance and Man divine. I know not all I sat , but through it all Mark the dim hint oly ultimate sunshine. Naturz’r CalI.—And how many others have said great things, yet knew not all they said! Was there ever a poetical would-be unraveller of that skein of mystery, wherein life and death and nature work together, who could explain half of what he said? No; becaus…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 99

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THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 79 OVARIOTOMY I LOVE you, lass, and you alone. What shall I say now death and life Wrangle before the jasper throne And cry to God to end the strife? Kind words? a little good advice? Patience, and fortitude, and prayer? Tracts are so suitable, and nice? “ Dear chyild, there’ll be no parting there ! "P O bourgeoisie! you read no doubt, But still you have a lot to learn. I am a lover, not a lout. My thoughts take quite another turn. I who have bitten through your skin Envy the surgeon who could dip His deft and cons…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 101

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…sease. Poor pleasures, bitter bargains, those? I still despise Diogenes. Why must the prig be still the judge? The Deadly-Livelies audit life? Ask of the drone about the drudge! Compute the mistress by the wife! Why? Because Jesus helps them to! Converted William snubs the King. No doubt the soapy godly crew Can turn their hands to anything! G

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1907 · PDF PAGE 124

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…o glory! " —I’m very sorry. That’s the story. But what’s the moral? asks a big Girl with the makings of a prig. First. Golf is long, and life is fleeting: Only one Bogey is worth beating. Moral the Second (Quiet, girls!) A sane squire is worth ten mad earls. And, most important, Number Three: Every one must trust somebody.) You do well to treat it lightly, said Basil. It’s the most terrible story I ever heard. A fico for your tragedies of blood and bones! Indeed, ’tis the one hopeless hell, added the Scholar. It is true? You knew the man? I did, …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 93

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…olbein House, as Sigiri springs from the flat table of the central province of Ceylon, came upon them, that their influence woke them into life. I will cause them to converse, said the Man (who was the Devil), as it were to take you upon an high mountain and show you all the king doms of the earth. I have seen them, said the Socialist. But, said the Man, things look very different from that height. Poverty and vice are the same from any point of view, began the Socialist. Listen 1 said the other. Arthur Gray stretched his legs as well as the room…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 117

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…ickness and his whore Together at his vitals tore, and rent him that he laughed and died. 50, with the last convulsive shred of spending life, his fingers fold So subtly on that face of gold that all its peace is perfected. 1- * a» i- i- it And there it hangs, a thought obscene, to haunt our love with damned ghosts— Hark to their execrable hosts exulting as I kiss Katrine! It conquers? We will show it things memorial of its splendours gone, Things grosser than it looked upon where Neva rolls or Tiber swings. We shall exceed: its lips unclean sha…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 66

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…ide had the remark been Abel’s. Bowley. Our old friendship— Bones. All very well—you know I should never have made such a remark in real life and it’s dam bad form to give it me in a dialogue where I can’t help myself, but have to say exactly what you like. Bowley. Oh, come! I've given you all the best speeches. The Lord hath given—look out! Bones. I trust to your honour. Where were we? Anyway, I tell you this: it 's a ripping good formula as such. Bowley. Now we come down to the Black Magician and his circle again; all right, I am with you. I …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 110

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…allows like a woman big with child. How she gasps and stares about her! How she shivers! Are the hosts Of her lovers there to haunt her, life’s lupanar thick with ghosts? How her teeth are clenched with horror! How her lips are curled and wried As she staggers to the palace weary and unsatisfied! Surely I have done the utmost! (all the demon in her wails) Is it spirit that disdains me? Is it only flesh that fails? Did Danae win to slumber at the thrust of grievous gold? Did the Bull bring Pasiphae to the palace of the cold? Could the sea avail t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 118

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…rink her blood. God! could I love a woman more By Arno’s flower-enamelled shore, or Father Tiber‘s tawny flood? And reeking with her lusty life I back the gilded mask and burn With joy and hate. Aha! to turn to my own guts the glutted knife! 0 Satan! stand morose and cold above our bodies swimming thus And plunge thy glory into us, and fan our death with plumes of gold! Write with our blood before thee spilt on catafalque and catacomb The dire monition of our doom, the story of the Mask of Gilt! The paradox is right, by Heaven! exclaimed the big …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 114

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… that gush within the goal Are songs that shudder in the soul, and springs that gladden at the sun. They flood me with irradiate tunes of life and ecstasy and light As though some misty maid of night were girded with a million moons. They make my pulsing blood to pour in rhythmic throbs of music rare; My songs shall course the choral air from Mazaghan to Mogador. And leaping all the lesser bars I shall become the One and All, And cry the cross-dissolving call, and lose myself among the stars. This is indeed paradox, cried the scholar. You embold…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 40

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…t that means that it is like a policeman keeping on saying “ Pass along, please l” I would have liked to stay in the Fourth House all my life, but I began to see it was just a little dream House too; and I couldn’t rest, because my own House was the very next one. But it’s too awful to tell you how to get there. You want the most fearful lot of courage, and there ’5 nobody to help you, nobody at all, and there’s no proper passage. But it’s frightfully exciting, and you must wait till next time before I tell you how I started on that horrible jo…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 111

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THE STONE OF THE PHILOSOPHERS 9] Shall I wreck my life with roses, hurt my flesh with flames and rods? All is vain l—for I have conquered both the mortals and the Gods. In the garden of Priapus, in the land of lost desire, I have made myself a monster and my soul a snake of fire. Ho! it stings me! Ho! it poisons! all the flesh is branded through, Branded with the steel of Vulcan, with the lava’s deadly dew. All the kisses of the satyr, all the punishments of Pan, All Eros hath given of arrows to the eyes of maid and man, At their lips and lives I s…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 76

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…the physique of the nation had been seriously impaired by the results of a law which, by assuring them in case of injury or illness of a life long competence in idleness which they could never have obtained otherwise by the most laborious toil, encouraged all workers to be utterly careless of their health. The training of servants indeed at this time consisted solely of careful practical instruction in the art of falling down stairs; and the richest man in the country was an ex butler who, by breaking his leg on no less than thirty-eight occasi…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 68

Konx Om Pax

…true confession of countless crimes without enlightening a soul. You know my shameless maxim, “ Tell the truth, but lead so improbable a life that the truth will never be believed.” To try your formula I must control not only my words, but my tones, the shape of my mouth, the mirth of my eyes, the ready ambiguity of my shoulders! Bones. A good exercise, Frater. Bowley. Another point. I am, after all, a Poet. That ’5 right about the lake-reflected sun illuminating the blooming bees. I often hold long conversations with people, and discover long a…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 54

Konx Om Pax

…f his academic career, only to discover (if he have sufficient wit left over from the process) that the qualities required for success in life are a set different from, and even incompatible with, those which gave him his fellowship; so also we may help those weaker brethren who animadvert scomfully upon the circumstance that a poet, a philosopher, an adept, an emancipated man of any sort, rarely speaks the truth in the sense that the witness in a divorce case is expected to, by indicating to them the true nature of those sparks of light shaken …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 37

Konx Om Pax

… was a really lovely passage, Via t v. Mantis like a deep wood in Springtime, the dearest old man came along who had lived there all his life, because he was the guardian of it, and he didn’t need to travel because he belonged to the First House really from the very beginning. He wore a vast cloak, and he carried a lamp and a long stick; and he said that the cloak meant you were to be silent and not say anything you saw, and the lamp meant you were to tell everybody and make them glad, and the stick was like a guide to tell you which to do. But…

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