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…HE MAN. You won’t ? O if you knew what I suffer ! I will pay you double. CHEMIST. I’m afraid not, sir. You may try elsewhere. THE MAN. O God O God ! (Goes out. To him enter on the pavement a bedrag- gled female). THE WOMAN. Come home, ducky, won’t you ? THE MAN. O God ! O God ! I cannot bear it any longer. It is the last I have. (He fumbles awhile inside his coat.) THE WOMAN, catching hold of him. Come, stand me a glass of wine, there’s a dear. THE MAN. Ah ! that is well. Can I use this woman, I wonder ?
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…get my pretty speeches ! Flings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day — he was a gentleman ! Sir Percival ! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived — thank God he died ! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! Sir Percy descends, after taking farewell of Angela, and appears again on horse- back among his men. SIR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA, waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss. Farewell ! Exeunt.
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WHY JESUS WEPT A STUDY OF SOCIETY AND OF THE GRACE OF GOD BY ALEISTER CROWLEY SECOND IMPRESSION SOCIETY FOR THE PROPAGATION OF RELIGIOUS TRUTH BOLESKINE FOYERS INVERNESS 1904
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… the world ! Love ! Love ! I love you so, my darling. Oh my white golden heart of glory ! MOLLY. I love you, love you so. SIR PERCY. Ah, God ! I love you ! I shall faint with love. I love you so. (Angela, Lady Baird, is discovered behind the trees. She suffers the torments of hell.) ANGELA, While the duet continues. Ah ! if there were a devil to buy souls, Of if I had not sold mine ! Quick bargain, God ! Hell catch the jade ! Blister her fat red cheeks ! Rot her snub nose ! Poison devour her guts ! Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scab…
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…er : (2) The English law, cognisant of the dilemma set forth above, permits the use of a poker in the relations of man and wife : (3) If God’s Grace can break a habit, it can surely rupture a hymen.
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…s to face him ? CARRUTHERS. Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. MOLLY. You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! CARRUTHERS. To save him. MOLLY. God save all honest men from knaves like you ! Stay, though, you are his friend ? CARRUTHERS. His guardian. MOLLY. And I his promised wife. CARRUTHERS. Mad girl, be off ! MOLLY. Ay, strike me, coward !
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…OLLY. How I love you ! Oh, kiss me again ! SIR PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This bites like Hell’s worst agony. ANGELA. Amen ! MOLLY. God be with you ! SIR PERCY. Till we meet again. MOLLY. At moonrise. SIR PERCY. At your door. ANGELA. At moonset he shall crawl away from mine. The dog ! I hate him ! So much the more sure
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10 WHY JESUS WEPT. Whispers and yells, Alight in my breast. God ! for the spells That unseal men — a rest ! No higher ? I have climbed This pinnacled steep. It mocks me, this heaven Of thine, Adonai ! Rather be limed In the dusk, in the deep, Seven times seven Thy hells, O Jehovah ! I tune the great Name To a million vowels : — It escapes me, the flame ! But deep in my bowels Growls the deep lust, The bitter distrust, The icy fear, The cruel thought ! O ! I am here — And here is nought. I must rave on. I hate the sun. Anon ! Anon ! Let us both …
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… Down like a plummet To blackness and night Hope goes. Not here, Not here is Desire, The ease from fear, The ice from fire. Not here — O God ! I would I were dead Under the sod ! My brain is as lead. My thoughts are as smoke. My heart is a fire ; I know not what fuel Is feeding its fury ! In vain I invoke The Lord of Desire ! He is evil and cruel. The spells of Jewry Are poured in his ear In vain : he may hear not. O would I were dumb ! For the pestilent fever That bites my blood Forces like fear These babblings : I near not The secret, nor com…
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…g Through me — this rage Is the strength of my blood, The heat of my body, The birth of my wit. To hell with the flood Of words ! Were I God, he Had made me as fit For all things as now, But added a brow Cool — O how cool ! Fool ! Fool ! Fool ! With a terrible laugh he springs out of sight down the crags. SCENE III SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, in the Hall. O the gloom of these distasteful tomes ! The horror of the secrets here discovered ! Wake, ye salamandrines ; sleep, ye gnomes ! Were those the sylphs that round me hovered
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…ABSON J. It was her bath-night. SIR HERPES Z. An ! enamel ! But why did it hurt her ? SIR GRABSON J. (Impressively.) It is the finger of God !
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…LADY GLENSTRAE. Pull down the blinds. GLENSTRAE. Certainly, certainly, my dear, I will ring. (Rings.) SIR PERCY. I am sick and sane now. God do so to me and more also if I look at a woman again. What a fool I have been ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, I know. (Enter a footman.) These blinds down ! (The man obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, my lad ? There ; there, don’t be angry ! SIR PERCY. Pshaw ! You disgust me. (The footman turns to go.) GLENSTRAE, to footman. Wait ! (To S…
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66 WHY JESUS WEPT. THE WOMAN. O God ! I am punished. Sir Percy here ! What is the matter, dear my love ? SIR PERCY. Never mind love — you are ? MOLLY. O sir, your Molly, that you broke the heart of. See what has come to me ! SIR PERCY. Ah, if you knew. You are the lucky one ! I am in grips with a more dread disease Than all your wildest nightmares figure you ! A carriage rolls by, as from the theatre. It stops owing to a block in the traffic. MOLLY. O sir ! I am so sorry for you. SIR PERCY. And a lot of good that does ! Enter, on the pavement, …
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… fool am I ; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in pure bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious ; Here’s medicine for my pain. She has left it ; she has gone ! How sweet the air and spacious !
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…se, Too cool a brain, too self-controlled a heart : — Well, we shall see. Turns to his books. SCENE V SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on Wastwater. God, I have rowed ! My hands are one blister ; By arms are one ache ; But my brain is a fire, As erst on the fell, In the hall ; let me dive To the under-abode, Where the sweet-voiced sister
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…ingale. You do not speak like a daleswoman. MOLLY. I was at school, sir, at — SIR PERCY. O but I love you ! There is none above you, Not God ! I renounce Thee, O maker ! Dissolve,
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…tar, my — Ah ! — I hurt you ! (Aside.) O beast ! What is this doubt ? ANGELA, very close to him. I hear another anthem in those eyes. By God, lad, you are wonderful ! SIR PERCY. What would you say ? ANGELA. What would I not do ? Listen, I am Angela, Lady Baird. I am rich. That wealth now for the first time yields me some pleasure. The moon rises late, after ten o’clock : you shall come with me. We are — neighbours, are we not ? You shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shall marry y…
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…lly to thy most pardonable failing, Sentiment ; one will rot, the other rust us. Let us just listen to the spirit ailing : — ’Tis like a God in bliss, or like a damned soul wailing ! (A word to bid you notice with what mastery Of technique that last stanza there was written. I risk a poet’s license on one cast, Ery ! (Pet name for thee, Eros !) The lines are smitten Into due harmony double-rhymed, well knitten. Wherefore, to show I can repeat the effort, This verse inserted like a playful kitten To usher in the youth’s c. d. e. f., ert Or inert…
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… The glories hidden in the flower’s cup, All, all that wakes the soul to worship, verse, Ripe verse, all wines, all dreams that the soft God lifts up : All these are eidola, Mere phantom will ’o the wisps, thy love the real ! There is no more ideal For me ; romance hath shot its bolt ; The badger Jesus skulketh in his holt, Whence let no dog dare draw him ; let him skulk ! All is an empty broken hulk Floating on waters of derision, Save for the sole true vision, Angela, star in chaos ! Breathe, breathe deep ! Dear heart of gold, beat slowly in …
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… apologists of your detestable reli- gion you hold a reasonably mystic head above the tides of criti- cism. You are the last champion of God ; with you I choose to measure myself. Others I can despise ; you are a force to be reckoned with, as Browning your intellectual father was before you. Whether we are indeed friends or enemies it is perhaps hard to say : it has sometimes seemed to me that human free- dom and happiness are our common goal, but that you found your muddied oafs in Gods, ministers, passive resisters, and all the religious team…