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…k for themselves usually fall into the error of contradicting normal ideas as taught by their seniors. Thus, one learns that marriage is right and adultery wrong. One thinks, and finds the beauty of the latter, the sordidity of the former; perhaps ending, with a little wit, in defending marriage because the delights of adultery are impossible without it. This attitude is good enough, indeed, while one is talking to the grovellers; but what educates the clergy (since miracles still happen) is a truism to an actress. We must go further, and percei…
1907 · PDF PAGE 125
…men shall learn to love and doubt, Put faith and slavery to the rout, And eagle-pinioned even as I Soar to the splendour of the sun! All right! all right! said the doctor, rather testily. But you want everybody to use your methods. Hurrah for Huxley! Down with Jesus! By heaven, your tyranny will soon be as bad as that of Rome or Geneva. Every man must find his own way to freedom. Let me read to you about my mad friends. One of the most inter esting cases of symbolic coitus I know of. The man wasn’t of the hunting class; he was a head waiter, chi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 66
… 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 can never help suspecting you of morality, though ; you’re a devilish deep Johnny, but the atavism comes through. As long as you wear a tie that the Neanderthal cave man would have discarded as out of date I can never quite class you with this century. Bones. Before Abraham was, I am. Bowie]. [Taking no notice] I call it a Christian tie. Faith in your wife’s afi'ection surviving it; char…
1907 · PDF PAGE 118
…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 man. That poem is bad enough, but a long explanation—qui rexcuxe .s’accure. Better look for God in the filth itself than in the lame excuse for it! I once knew people as mad as that, said the Doctor. They were all right; they knew their own business; but they were misunderstood— and they’re in the Asylum at this minute. Misunderstandingl said the big man; why will people try …
1907 · PDF PAGE 77
…se who had failed in examinations wrote appalling diatribes against the folly of the educa tional system. The trouble was that they were right; the government was well enough in fact, but in theory had hardly a leg to stand on. In view of the growing clamour, the official classes were perturbed; for many of their number were intelligent enough to see that a thoroughly irra tional system, however well it may work in practice, cannot for ever be maintained against the attacks of those who, though they may be secretly stigmatized as doctrinaires, c…
1907 · PDF PAGE 55
…s lie. Mrs. G. says to Father H. in the confessional, “I have not flirted with Mr. 1.,” and lies, because (on the theory) Father H. has a right to know. [BONES z'ntery'erts, “ Flirted! Autres temps, Autres motsl You’re improving, Frater ! ” Reader replies “ Pig l ”] But she says the same words with truth to Mrs. 1., who is merely asking out of curiosity. For if she changes the subject, or is rude, it is tantamount to a con fession, and Mrs. J. has no right to trick or force one from her. This is called Keeping the Vow of Secrecy which one has sw…
1907 · PDF PAGE 94
… He.” He conjures up the seas that swell Before the hosts of Gabriel Between the Lights in Ibis flight Who whirls the Sword and Scales of Right. The tall ship strikes: the rending roar 0f death devours the horrid war Where men dash women to the deck, Leave children wailing on the wreck. . . . Behold the lightning-‘5 jagged flash Spell out the signal with its lash— “ Hua is God " (it tore the sea) “There is none other God than He.” He conjures up the greasy glare Of Rupert Street by Leicester Square, Whose sodden slaves with sweat and paint Sicken…
1907 · PDF PAGE 107
… shattered graves. A man (at heart they’re well aware) May love, maybe! can never care. I bore you with an old fool’s prosing? No? I was right, then, in supposing Modern conditions hamper youths Who seek to grasp these simple Truths. But to my yarn. Carlotta lay So sleepy-soft one summer’s day That really I could not resist it. I took the dagger out and kissed it. Like a cat’s tongue that daintily laps, I slipped it in between her paps. At first, of course, the shrieking swerves One’s thought: it irritates the nerves; And out of tone the laughte…
1907 · PDF PAGE 105
… doctor, said Basil, your Italian Prince! THE DISAPPOINTED ARTIST SHALL we sit here? Aflovely night !— \Vhat you were saying, though, is right: Man scorns repulsion and attraction; Woman is wholly reflex action.— I’ll tell you of a splendid joke I had once. Have another smoke? No? Well. I wanted to determine Rightly the nature of the vermin. (A pity scientific study Makes the hands poisonous and bloody!) You see yon finger chaste and cool That moonlight flings across the pool?
1907 · PDF PAGE 115
… bestial. We are fairly trapped. Open the window, some one, and remember that He is God alone, and that there is none other God than He! Right as usual, said the scholar. It’s a true story, though, in a way. I’ve seen the mask myself, and I believe it. THE GILT MASK IN Florence in the days of old there dwelt a craftsman pale and grim. The Devil entered into him, and fanned his soul with plumes of gold. He offered all he chose to ask. “ O snatch this itching soul away, So that thou animate my clay and finish me this magic mask l ” The Devil broug…
1907 · PDF PAGE 64
… are one. If I cancel out a and —a, the result is the same as if I cancel roooa and -- ioooa. I am only concerned to cancel. Bowley. All right, my gay Io=I—in Kether it’s all very well. In the Ruach one must do as the Ruach does. [MRS. BONES, without, sereaming, “My spoons! My silver spoons! Where are my spoons?” Bones. Then what becomes of our Great Work? Bowley. Ignore the fool and his silly questions is as good a formula as yours. But hushl Who comes here? Enter the MYSTERIOUS MATHERS, but, failing to borrow the necessary properties, is unab…
1907 · PDF PAGE 111
… of ye and forth of these. I am Orpheus! I will charm ye, bring Eurydice to light— Ah, my lords! Alas the omen! who shall turn me all to right? Who of all our proud Olympus shall avail me or befriend? Ah, my lords! but I am weary. See ye any one the end? Nay! we saw her grape and stumble for the secret sidelong door, Lift the latch with trembling fingers, pass within and be no more. There we stood and worshipped sadly (for the cry had touched us home), Worshipped till the gray was azure as the sun rekindled Rome.
1907 · PDF PAGE 68
…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 after that I wasn’t there at all. I often dream and am honestly puzzled whether the events of it have or have not happened. Bones. Consciously refuse to admit that your sensorium is not another's—that is all. About my second advantage—Brother, what is a Black Magician?
1907 · PDF PAGE 112
92 KONX OM PAX You may be right, said Basil, in thinking as you evidently do that much of the ceremonial debauchery of the Pagan worships was a true mystical process. Indeed, at this day there are many cults in India (also, I believe, in the South Seas) of what is called Vamacharya. Religious frenzy is invoked by the aid of the Erotic and Bacchic frenzies mingled with that of the Muse of the Tom-Tom. Soma, bhang, arraq, and the Uniting of the Lingam and the Yoni! All, mind you, by a most elaborate ritual. But, on the other hand, there is perfec…
1907 · PDF PAGE 67
…a lady of no reputation,” and says, By Gosh, king, why don't we go and give long armed Bhishma and that crowd Johnny up the Orchard? All right, saucy! says Brahmadatta, 'ow are we goin’ to cross the blooming ditch? Keep your hair on, old cock, chirps the darling of India’s teeming but unsaved population. Step aside a mo, and let the Dauntless Daisy of the Deccan Drains perform. See here, boys, I’m a—well, what a flapper grows up to be if she ’5 good l—and I’ve been a real good ’un and always given every son of a —— what ’s—tutl tut! this story i…
1907 · PDF PAGE 52
32 KONX OM PAX Bowley. More coffee, please. I attribute the Baby to Malkuth. Mrs. Bones, may I paint the baby bright yellow all over? Heedless of Mother’s sighs and groans He painted blue the Baby Bones, in the well-known porphyrean of the late john Keats, on whom be peace. At this stage in my career—drop that silly Babu twaddle !——I offer you the following desperate alternative, greatly honoured F rater! We will go on with the Table, or I will read you my latest glorious masterpiece entitled Amath. The Hebrew for Truth, Baby! Reflect, O bat-eye…
1907 · PDF PAGE 41
…clothes, and your baby clothes, and all your pleasure clothes, and your skin, and your flesh, and your bones, every one of them must come right off. And then you must take off your feeling clothes; and then your idea clothes; and then what we call your tendency clothes which you have always worn, and which make you what you are. After that you take off your consciousness clothes, which you have always thought were your very own self, and you leap out into the cold abyss, and you can’t thi how lonely it is. There isn’t any light, or any path, or …
1907 · PDF PAGE 43
…rned from those passages. I began to see now how very unreal even the Wake-world is, because there is just a little dream in it, and the right world is the Wide-Wide-Wide-Wake-World. My lover calls me little Lola Wide awake, not Lola Daydream any more. But it is always Lola, because I am the Key of Delights. I never told you about the first two houses, and really you wouldn’t understand. But the second House is gray, because the light and dark flash by so quick it’s all blended into one; and in it lives my lover, and that ’s all I care about. Th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 31
…” and I saw that it was so. We did all the most beautiful wicked things you can imagine, and yet all the time we knew they were good and right, and must be done if ever we were to get to the House of Gold. 50 we en joyed ourselves very much and ate the most extraordinary supper you can think of. There were babies roasted whole and stuffed with pork sausages and olives; and some of the girls cut off chops and steaks from their own bodies, and gave them to a beautiful white cook at a silver grill, that was lighted with the gas of dead bodies and …
1907 · PDF PAGE 28
…we went; and he said: “ The difference is that we are going through. Most people play without a purpose; if you are travelling it is all right, and play makes the journey seem short.“ Then we came out into the Third (or Eighth, it depends which way you count them, because there are ten) House, and that was so splendid you can’t imagine. In the first place it was a bright, bright, bright, orange colour, and then it had flashes of light all over it, going so fast we couldn’t see them, and then there was the sound of the sea and one could look throu…