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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

The Winged Beetle

… Ossory. Anything I can do, of course ; anything I can do. OSSORY. Thank you, my dear lad. Anything you can do, of course—I will let you know at once. By the way, you haven’t asked her yet, I suppose ? DELHOMME. Not yet, sir. I am rather diffident : I do not care to precipitate affairs. OSSORY. Well, I am really very anxious to see her future assured. And you know our proverb, “ The early bird catches the worm.” [Points to him, and over his shoulder to her.] There’s our scientific friend, eh ? DELHOMME. Oh, I’m not afraid of him. A “ farceur,” …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 205

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… paltry Duchess ! MRS. OSSORY. Why, why, what do you mean ? Oh, dear Professor, how sweet of you ! Or are you joking ? Somehow one never knows whether you are serious or not ! But you wouldn’t make fun of my embarrassments— Society is so serious, isn’t it ? But, oh do ! do tell me what they say ! CARR. Well, Mrs. Ossory—you know our mysterious friend ? MRS. OSSORY. Mr. Todd ? CARR. Yes. Well, they say that—he is a King in his own country. MRS. OSSORY. And I’ve always disliked and distrusted him so ! But perhaps that was just the natural awe tha…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 112

The Winged Beetle

…utiful maid. “ Where are you going, so meek and holy ? ” “ I’m going to temple to worship Crowley.” “ Crowley is God, then ? How did you know ? ” “ Why, it’s Captain Fuller that told us so.” “ And how do you know that Fuller was right ? ” “ I’m afraid you’re a wicked man ; Good-night.” While this sort of thing is styled success I shall not count failure bitterness.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 190

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180 MR TODD OSSORY. Why, whatever do you mean ? MRS. OSSORY. I don’t mean anything but what I say. He’s a devil ; I’m sure of it. I know it was his fault, somehow. OSSORY. Nonsense, nonsense, my dear ! He was not even in the car. MRS. OSSORY. It was his car, Alfred. OSSORY. You’re a fool, Emily. CARR. I think Mr. Ossory means that we could hardly hold him responsible if one of his steamers ran down a poor polar bear on a drifting iceberg. MRS. OSSORY. I know I’m quite unreasonable ; it’s an instinct, and intuition. You know Saga of Bond Street …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 202

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192 MR TODD OSSORY. I want to say a word, girlie, about young Del- homme. Er—well, we all grow older, you know—one day—er—ah ! Nice young fellow, Delhomme ! EUPHEMIA. I refused him twenty minutes ago, father. OSSORY. What ? How the deuce did you know what I was going to say ? Bless me, I believe there may be some- thing in this psychic business after all ! EUPHEMIA. Yes, father, I feel I have strange powers ! OSSORY. But look here, girlie, why did you refuse him ? Reculer pour mieux sauter is all very well, don’t you know, but he gives twice wh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 67

The Winged Beetle

…rsed, he Secretly laughed at the wrath of the Gods ; For, it chanced, he was not at all hungry or thirsty. So now, are you sure that you know how to use me ? It is certain the game is to win or to lose me ? It is you that stake all—I shall win at the odds ! All I risk is one thing—will you bore or amuse me ? The god in the garden am I with my gross Worn mouth, whose indulgence hath made it morose. I paw your soft flesh, and you waken a mood To lip you, to strip you, to study you close. You are cunning, I know—you stand out for your price ! But …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 86

The Winged Beetle

…ld. Whereat he marvelled. In Eternity There only lived one wiser God than he. He posed his ‘ Why ? ’. “ Young God ! ” He made retort ; “ Know, the first matter of the Work is naught. “ Know, the pure gold is naught : for all decays. It is the Working of the Work that pays ! “ More, thou mistakest in thy mind of mist Matter for man, and dung for alchemist. “ Woman, for all thy skill of touch and tongue, Remains, poor poet ! only gilded dung. “ But thou, First Matter of the Work that art, Defiled by contact with her hemlock heart, “ Dost blacken …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 88

The Winged Beetle

…E GOD AND THE GIRL And as the fairest cloak hides foulest skin Hence thou—O snare that I am taken in, Delicious Doris ! Luckily for me I know the whole theurgic alchemy And breed a boon (where God begat a curse) From thee, best coynte of His brave universe !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 221

The Winged Beetle

…and I the wheel, Victim and executioner ! The Vampire of my heart am I, Lord of that God-forsaken train That, damned to laugh eternally, Know they can never smile again.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 165

The Winged Beetle

…it from hell or heaven, ere it weaken, From some anointed sceptre, fiery dew For this appointed, that my soul win through ? Nay ! all we know not anything. Yet raise, Though we must throw our hearts to feed its blaze, The aspiring flame, the passionate glow, the bloom Whose root is shame, whose fruit the trackless tomb. I wail “ I know not,” louder and livelier Who laugh, and go not, shaveling sinister !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 194

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…y so dearly as all that ? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry ? About two and a half ! The only thing you know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a little scream of horror.] Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry ! . . . Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. Mine own ! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain ! . . . But one has to be decent about one’s relations. Even the humbug of it is rather fun. CARR. There speaks the daughter of Shakespeare…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 204

The Winged Beetle

…n’t turn. OSSORY. I can’t see him, Thomas. [Turns.] I beg your pardon, Mr. Todd. The fact is, I’m damnably worried over pay-day. I don’t know you very well, but I have a sound business proposition to put before you. I think you might help me. God knows I have tried every one else. Now—— [TODD takes him by the shoulder and whispers in his ear. Why, really, that is good of you—damned good of you ! Why, damme, sir ! you’re a public benefactor. Come, let us arrange the preliminaries—— [They go out, OSSORY clinging tightly to TODD’S arm. Enter MRS. …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 203

The Winged Beetle

…n from him if I want it ; but I don’t care to unless—unless things—unless you—— EUPHEMIA. I’m the goods, am I ? You old bear ! OSSORY. I know, Phemie, I know. It’s those damned bulls on Wall Street ! How could I foresee—— EUPHEMIA. At least you might have foreseen that I was not a bale of cotton. OSSORY. But I shall be hammered, my dear child. We shall all have to go to the workhouse ! EUPHEMIA. [coldly]. I thought mamma had three thou- sand a year of her own. OSSORY. That’s just what I say. The workhouse ! EUPHEMIA. My dear father, I really ca…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 191

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…assure you that I share your sentiments. I have heard very ill things said of him, I can tell you. MRS. OSSORY. Who is he ? Does any one know ? A man of family, I hope. How dreadful for poor Henry if he had been run over by a plebeian ! OSSORY. Well, we hardly know—I wonder if his credit is good. [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion that he may be financially unsound strikes him.] CARR. [sharply, as if pained]. Oh, oh ! Don’t suggest such a thing without the very best reason. It would be too terrible ! [This time EUPHEMIA laughs…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 208

The Winged Beetle

198 MR TODD supplies no hint of the answer to mine. For I—it seems I hardly know what question to ask ! Oh, Charley boy, the future is with you, and with your children—or, can humanity ever solve the great secret ? Is progress a delusion ? Are men mad ? Is the great secret truly transcendental ? We are like madmen, beating out our poor brains upon the walls of the Universe. Is there no Power that might reveal itself ? [Kneels.] Who art Thou before whom all things are equal, being as dust ? Who givest his fame to the poet, his bankruptcy to the …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 108

The Winged Beetle

…ce, And the word go out : No quarter ! But I shall hold thee—so While the boys and maidens dance About the shambles of slaughter ! III I know thee who thou art, The inmost fiend that curlest Thy vampire tongue about Earth’s corybantic heart, Hell’s warrior that whirlest The darts of horror and doubt !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 73

The Winged Beetle

…ast kiss Yet tingling in my memory. Nay, start not from Thy throne ! I go At Thy black damning to the deep. Thou canst not follow me ! I know This thing I had, and this I keep. God ! I have loved. I love ! I love, And shall love through Thine ageless hell. Thou hast the kingdom of the Above, And I, her memory. Fare Thee well ! To Thine I Am—supreme exclaim, The total of all that may be said !— I answer from the abyss of flame : Dorothy ! and her mouth was red.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 226

The Winged Beetle

216 TOUT ENTIÈRE THE Devil is my lofty vault This morning came to talk with me. And (ever trying to find fault) Said “ I should like to know, pardie ! “ Of all the beauties that compose The enchantment of her darling breath, The black seductions and the rose Wherewith her body glittereth, “ Which is the sweetest ? ” O my soul ! Thus didst thou answer the Accurst : “ In her, since all’s divine control, There cannot be or last or first. “ Since all transports me, how shall I Aught of one thing affirm aright ? She dazzles like the morning sky And …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 152

The Winged Beetle

…42 IN MEMORIAM E. R. et E. H. STRIP, dear ! Naked-pure you lie— Surely we are done with dreams ! Open to the world’s wide eye ! Let them know, sweet, how it seems (To a love like ours) to die ! So, dear ! Virginal you were When I touched your life with song ; Virgin now to death lie there ! You shall not await him long. (Fold your body in your hair !) Satan, hail ! our consecration ! Lilies, lilies : let them swathe you, Robes baptismal of damnation ! Tuberose and iris bathe you In the sea, annihilation ! All white flowers I build, a fane Fit t…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 235

The Winged Beetle

…y contemplate the town out-spread : Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, Where each thing monstrous rears its prospered head ! Well know’st Thou, Satan (ease this woe of mine !) I went not thither futile tears to shed ; But, an old lecher with’s old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in morning’s sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evening’s veils, with gold embroidery rich, Infamous Capital, I love thee ! Drain Whose …

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