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…in The Abyss? Thou hast the Keystone of the Royal Arch; yet the Apprentices, instead of making bricks, put the straws in their hair, and think they are Jesus Christ! O sublime tragedy and comedy of THE GREAT WORK!
…are the greyhounds that course him. God bred the hounds and taketh His pleasure in the sport. This is the Comedy of Pan, that man should think he hunteth, while those hounds hunt him. There are no other comedies or tragedies. Cease then to be the mockery of God; in savagery of love and death live thou and die! Thus shall His laughter be thrilled through with Ecstasy.
…d would battle with The Booze! My certainty that destiny is ‘*good”’ Rests on its picking me for Buddhahood. Were I a drunkard, I should think I had Good evidence that fate was ‘‘bloody bad.”
…n in other shapes. I gave up all for One; this One hath given up its Unity for all? I wrenched DOG backwards to find GOD; now GOD barks. Think me not fallen because I love LAYLAH, and lack LAYLAH. I am the Master of the Universe; then give me a heap of straw in a hut, and LAYLAH naked! Amen.
KE®AAH NH HAGGAI-HOWLINGS Haggard am I, an hyaena; I hunger and howl. Men think it laughter—ha! ha! ha! There is nothing movable or immovable under the firmament of heaven on which I may write the symbols of the secret of my soul. of the Initiator in mine ear: yea, I abhor birth, ululating lamentations of Night! Agony! Agony! the Light within me deeds veils; the song within me dumbness. God! in what prism may any man analyze my Light? Immortal are the adepts; and yet They die— They die of SHAME unspeakable; They die as the Gods die, for SORROW.…
…ars, and lastly peace, and change the intonations—each time reverse the meaning ! I would show you how; but—for the moment! —I prefer to think of Laylah.
…d into wood pulp, and thereon the Daily Newspaper was printed. Thus wrote I, since my One Love was torn from me. I cannot work: I cannot think: I seek distraction here: I seek distraction there: but this is all my truth, that Z who love have lost; and how may 1 regain? I must have money to get to America. O Mage! Sage! Gauge thy Wage, or in the Page of thine Age is written Rage! O my darling! We should not have spent Ninety Pounds in that Three Weeks in Paris! . 2. ee we ew wwe eee ewe Slash the Breaks on thine arm with a pole- axe!
…«A man of spunk,” they urged, ‘‘ would hardly choose To breakfast every day chez Lapérouse.”’ “No!” I replied, ‘She would not do so, BUT Think of his woe if Lapérouse were shut! ‘*T eat these oysters and I drink this wine Solely to drown this misery of mine. ‘*Vet the last height of consolation’s cold: Its pinnacle is—not to be consoled! ‘¢And though I sleep with Jane and Eleanor I feel no better than I did before, ** And Julian only fixes in my mind Even before feels better than behind. ‘*You are Mercurial spirits—be so kind As to enable me to…
… how a change of abstract belief may break a civilization to pieces. Under the influence of this book earnest modern philosophers may, I think, begin to perceive the outlines of two vast and mystical philosophies, which if they were subtly and slowly worked out in two continents through many centuries, might possibly, under special cir- cumstances, make the East and West almost as different as they really are.”—G. K. CHESTERTON, Daily News. An exposure of the vile results of the existing social system, and a satire on at least one of the conven…
… believe for a moment that moral salvation is possible and supremely important is an unmixed benefit. If Mr. Crowley and the new mystics think for one moment that an Egyptian desert is more mystic than an English meadow, that a palm tree is more poetic than a Sussex beech, that a broken temple of Osiris is more supernatural than a Baptist Chapel in Brixton, then they are sectarians. ... But 119