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MR. TODD Nothing right nowadays! Oh, my poor leg! Bitter, bitter cold! I mind me, more than sixty years ago now—oh dear! oh dear! run and tell Nurse I want my liniment! Oh dear! oh dear! what awretched world. Sciatics—like rats gnawing, gnawing at you, Charley. CHARLEY. You frighten me, grampa! Why doesn’t Mr. Carr come and play with me? GRANDFATHER. He has gone out with your mother. He'll come by-and-by, no doubt. Run and fetch Nurse, Charley ! [CHARLEY runs off. Oh dear! I wish I could find a good doctor. Nobody seems to do me any good. It’s …
1910 · PDF PAGE 341
…dinary, commonplace woman’s heart. Commonplace! Ah! nothing is so mysterious as the common- place, for it is only Subtlety sleeping and holding its hands a little while. A country clod is more interesting than the most awake and magnetic of geniuses, even as the veiled and cloistered odours of Spring with which one knows the earth is tingling in Winter are more delirious and exciting than the naked bosoms of May. “Will you believe me, that, by I know not what exquisite contradiction, the sweetest kiss was ever a pang to her, and yielding was on…
1910 · PDF PAGE 318
THE EQUINOX and was almost a genius in disgrace—‘ terribly clever” the old men said—once told the little Piotr what it was to be blind. Fortunately for the child’s mental equilibrium, he also spoke of the compensation. “What they mean, boy, when they call you blind, is that you cannot see,” he said; “that is, your eyes have been given unto you by the devil, and not by God. Your father must have been rather a bad fellow, you know. When you hear the women singing at the dance, it is that God has given you your ears; if you didn’t enjoy the sounds…
1910 · PDF PAGE 13
…dding; but we do think they owe us some poetry as good as Homer’s or some erotic adventures to match Jove’s. I had almost forgotten dear old Mathers. Yet it was only last December that a colleague of mine was told by some greasy old harridan, in her best nominal 7° = 4° voice (she has paid hundreds of pounds for that nominal 7°=4°, and never got initiated into any mysteries but those of Over-eating) that Imperrita (? Imperator) was coming over from Paris to crush Perdurabo; and Perdurabo has fled before his face. Anyhow, I sneaked back from Alg…
1910 · PDF PAGE 301
…ounting as the skull’s paying guest) The Stream from Heaven unto Us poured— THE Mos. Down with ’em! Smpcex. [Smling.] Proving our love's old age in a youth renewed! Siwpticissimus. [Exultant.] The Spirit of Persistency growing! THE Mos. Hooray! GEORGE RAFFALOVICH. 283
1910 · PDF PAGE 246
THE EQUINOX 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 who gives quickly. EUPHEMIA. That's the point, father. If you a…
1910 · PDF PAGE 299
EHE! A DROP FROM THE SPONGE OF KNOWLEDGE Characters. SIMPLEX. SIMPLICIOR. SIMPLICISSIMUS. Tue Mop OF THE PHILISTINES. SIMPLEX. Behold, O men: a Tree deep-rooted— A hundred branches from the mighty Trunk, And on each branch a hundred leaves— An Axe—a Child—a Hand—a Will! Tue Mos. Down with the old tree! Simpcex. [Unperturbed.] And Oh, He, Ho, the Will so powerful! (After one million years the tree fell) See the result: Toys, TOys, TOYs, TOYS! Smwpuicissimus. [Dogmatic.] The Spirit of Persistency unborn. THE Mos. Down with the Lords! IV U 281
1910 · PDF PAGE 252
…Topp smiles kindly on him. They go out. [The child turns; and, finding himself alone, begins to cry. CHARLIE. My nice man has gone away. Old Todd has taken him away. I think I hate that old Todd! [Enter Topp. 234
1910 · PDF PAGE 269
…SH EATER which I had beheld wooed me continually like an irre- sistible sorceress. I could not shut my eyes for midday musing without beholding in that world, half dark, half light, beneath the eyelids, a steady procession of delicious images which the severest will could not banish nor dim. Now through an immense and serene sky floated luxurious argosies of clouds continually changing form and tint through an infinite cycle of mutations. Now, suddenly emerging from some deep embowerment of woods, I stood upon the banks of a broad river that cu…
1910 · PDF PAGE 111
…the Akasa, from which it evolves the Universe which appeals to our senses. The control of this World Soul, this “will to work” is young, old or even very old, sickly or weak. Siddhis are not obtained by wearing the dress of a Yogi, or by talking about them; untiring practice is the secret of success” (“ Hatha Yoga Pradipika,” p. 25). * For further powers see Flagg’s “ Transformation or Yoga,” pp. 169, 181. + Such as: Apana, Samana, Udana, Vyana, Naga, Kurma, Vrikodara, Deva- datta, Dhanajaya, etc., etc. IV G 97
1910 · PDF PAGE 166
…hou all unto the Proper End! To Thee be Glory—OM. On the 6th of August P. landed in Colombo, and on the following day he went to see his old friend Frater I.A. who was now studying Buddhism with the view of becoming a Buddhist monk. On this very day he commenced, or rather continued his meditation practices; for we find him trying with MAitrananda the result of speech as a disturbing factor in Dharana (meditation). The experiment was as follows: P. sat and meditated for five minutes on a white Tau (T) during which Méitrananda spoke six times wi…
1910 · PDF PAGE 448
… rippled through Its changes, and still changed, and changed, The liker to itself it grew. Bear me,” he cried, “ to purge my bile To the old land of Hormakhu, That I may sit and curse awhile At all these follies fond that pen My quest about—on, on to Nile! Tread tenderly, my merry men! For nothing is so void and vile As Palamede the Saracen.”
1910 · PDF PAGE 298
…y—he was gone into the tablet. She turned, blew on the fire, that started up friendly, and threw herselfinan armchair. Idly she strummed old-fashioned simple tunes. The door opened. A jolly lad came in and shook the snow from his furs. “Been too bored, little girl?” he said cheerily, confident. “No, dear!” she said. ‘I’ve been fiddling a bit.” “Give me a kiss, Lily!” He bent down and put his lips to hers; then, as if struck by lightning, sprawled, a corpse. She looked down lazily through half-shut eyes with that smile of hers that was a snarl. …
1910 · PDF PAGE 331
… my possession—not thrown in the fire after all!—their original account. ‘excenmne sooeese,"NIGGUMBOD.LONDONTM J.W.BENSON,L? JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS secrcntons 25.OLD BOND ST renemcons Pen Ce ~ ae Factories Luocare Hitt} -- BB Sore,= 2 Oo ee ae, ESTABLISHED 1749 LP honee te 1H Lee Clore ryt Be — eee eae mene’ aa oe oe twee Hope en Cee F reece core A ea gar «een REPT Re. Pee eer Fowee oma = * we ceeeee x Sz oro ae sere eel, ane Baran BO ocor ae Ze . ALEISTER CROWLEY. IV Y 313
1910 · PDF PAGE 370
… gray and amethyst; The wavering breeze has slowly kissed The way between Her zone and wrist. Pale guardian of the altar-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies through the temple’s purple shrines. Behold, pure queen, the magic signs. Let words out-stream As mingled wines! . . . Victor B. NEUBURG. 3…
1910 · PDF PAGE 66
…eality to a child, and a deceit or illusion to a man, an apparition or a shadow. Thus, little by little, we beget a new reality upon the old reality, a new false- hood upon the old falsehood, namely, that the thing we see is “an illusion” and is not “a reality,” seldom considering that the true difference between the one and the other is but the difference of name. Then after a little do we begin to believe in “the illusion” as firmly and concretely as we once believed in “the reality,” seldom considering that all belief is illu- sionary, and t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 409
…Answers his lordly bugle-calls. She rees him an ungainly rede Of ghosts and virgins, doves and wombs, Of roods and prophecies and tombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fle…
1910 · PDF PAGE 329
…ck to me one morning when I received this bill, ‘Teactarmne Abort, “WGCUMBOB.LONOONTM TeLernon N° 388%, CERRO J W BENSON, Lt JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS. 25.OLD BOND St (Steam Factortes Luooate Hive.) RES 21 Warwick fork, - (odlitob. altars. 1H: filed bho te pide shendart> — F fo- 2b Z g fo - for I had a very clear impression in my mind that the contract was for £5. 311
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
78 XXX STARRED is the blackness of the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still…
1910 · PDF PAGE 349
…d original kind. Some of his sea-pictures are quite fine. But the magic of style that renders Arthur Machen so marvellous is lack- ing. “Old as the World” is always interesting; it is never enthralling. “Old as the World” is much better than “Morag the Seal,” and there is a marked improvement in the style. V.B.N. BLACK Macic. By MARJORIE BOWEN. Alston Rivers. 6s. Marjorie Bowen knows nothing of the real magic, but she has learnt the tales spread by fools about sorcerers, and fostered by them as the best possible concealments of their truth. Of …