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…oor busily occupied in cleaning up. ‘This is Sir Peter Pendragon,” said Big Lion, “‘ who is coming to take charge of the laboratory.” My eyes were still unaccustomed to the gloom, but I could see the figure scramble to its feet, curtesy, and advance to me, where I stood in the shaft of sun- light that came through the half-open doorway. It was dressed in a knickerbocker suit of black silk. It wore sandals and black stockings. I recognised Lou. “ Big Lion said you might want to begin work this afternoon, Sir Peter,” she said with dignity, ‘‘so I…
1922 · PDF PAGE 72
… Fiend I had a vision of myself as a peacock strutting and preening. Lou, her mouth half open, was gazing at me fascinated with enormous eyes; the pupils dilated by cocaine. It was just the male bird showing off to his mate. I wanted her to adore me for my little scraps of knowledge; the fragments I had picked up inmy .- abandoned education. Lou is always practical; and she puts something of the priestess into everything she does. There was a certain solemnity in the way in which she took up the heroin on the blade of a knife and put it on to t…
1922 · PDF PAGE 24
…an in a dream; for my attention had suddenly been distracted. Bumble had made no attempt to get up. He lay there whimpering. I raised my eyes from so disgusting a sight, and found them fixed by two enormous orbs. I did not know at the first moment even that they were eyes. It’s a funny thing to say; but the first impression was that they were one of those thoughts that come to one from nowhere when one is flying at ten thousand feet or so. Awfully queer thing, I tell you—reminds one of the atmospherics that one gets in wireless; and they give o…
1922 · PDF PAGE 142
…s in. The vice-consul was sitting on a sofa in the background. With his head on one side, he shot a keen fixed glance out of his languid eyes, and bit his thumbnail persis- tently, as if in a state of extreme nervous perplexity. I was swept by a feeling of complete humiliation. It was a transitory feverish flush; and it left me more exhausted than ever. The commissario swung his chair around to our Saviour, and said something which evidently meant, “‘ Please open fire.”’ “‘ I’m the vice-consul here,” he said. ‘‘ I understand that you claim to b…
1922 · PDF PAGE 251
…estroying him. A look of trouble comes into his face every now and then; and he begins to repeat plaintively in a puzzled voice with his eyes fixed on mine :-— “Know you now why her eyes So fearfully glaze, beholding Terrors and infamies Like filthy flowers unfolding? Laughter widowed of ease, Agony barred from sadness, Death defeated of peace, Is she not madness ? ” Over and over again he said it, and over and over again I told him the answer. I had indeed been a personifica- tion of the seductress, of the destroying angel. But it had been a n…
1922 · PDF PAGE 79
…demoiselle Haidée Lamoureux? ” The girl beside him smiled and bowed. Haidée Lamoureux was a brilliant brunette with a flashing smile and eyes with pupils like pin-points. She was a mass of charming contradictions. The nose and mouth suggested more than a trace of Semitic blood, but the wedge-shaped contour of the face betokened some very opposite strain. Her cheeks were hollow, and crows’ feet marred the corners of her eyes. Dark purple rims suggested sensual indulgence pushed to the point of weariness. Though her hair was luxuriant, . the eyeb…
1922 · PDF PAGE 339
…ied to explain it to you.” The sense of being enchanted came over me again very strongly. I looked across at Lou, and I could see in her eyes that she felt the same. But she was trembling with excitement and eagerness. Her eyes were fixed on the face of Sister Athena with devouring ardour. She was looking forward to undergoing this terrific experience. My own mood was slightly different. Already my past life surged up before me in a series of pulsating pictures. I was revolted by the incoherence and fatuity of the past. The achievements of whic…
1922 · PDF PAGE 86
92 The Diary of a Drug Fiend price is that we live by labour, and—‘‘ In his eyes foreknowledge of death. Feccles caught my thought. He quoted .with slow emphasis :— “ He weaves and is clothed with derision, Sows. and he shall not reap. His life is a watch or a vision, Between a sleep and a sleep.” The thought of the great Victorian seemed to chill him. He. threw off his depression, lighting a cigarette and taking a strong pull at his brandy. “‘ Haidée,”’ he said, with assumed lightness, ‘‘ lives in open sin with a person named Baruch de Espinos…
1922 · PDF PAGE 31
…nd I’ll get the waiter.” I looked at Lamus, who had not uttered a word since his original greeting. There was something appalling in his eyes; they didn’t focus on the foreground. was only an incident of utter insignificance in an illimit- able landscape. His eyes were parallel; they were looking at infinity. Nothing mattered to him. I hated the beast | , By this time the waiter had approached.
1922 · PDF PAGE 145
The Bubble Bursts 131 in my soul with his eyes. As for myself, I was absolutely stupefied by the pointless falsehood of the paragraph. “But, good God!” I exclaimed. ‘This is all absolute tosh.” “Excuse me,” said the consul, a little grimly, “T have not finished the paragraph. “I beg your pardon, sir,’’ I answered curtly. “Taking advantage of these facts,” he continued to read, “and of a slight facial resemblance to Sir Peter and Lady Pendragon, two well-known inter- national crooks have assumed their personalities, and are wandering around Napl…
1922 · PDF PAGE 30
…oint of a music-hall audience. There was something indefinably Mongolian about her face. The planes were flat; the cheek-bones high; the eyes oblique; the nose wide, short, and vital; the mouth a long, thin, rippling curve like a mad sunset. The eyes were tiny and green, with a piquantelfin expression. Her hair was curiously colourless; it was very abundant; she had wound great ropes about her head. It reminded me of the armature of a dynamo. It produced a weird effect— this mingling of the savage Mongol with the savage Norseman type. Her stran…
1922 · PDF PAGE 317
…n his pocket, rose to his feet, and stretched himself like some great lazy lion. He took her in his arms and held her firmly, fixing his eyes upon her tortured face ; the long jagged scarlet mouth stretched to a tragic square through which the scream refused to come. He shook her shoulders gently. Her rigid muscles began to relax. “It’s a deal, then, little girl,”’ he said. Her mouth closed, and then curled itself into a smile of exquisite happiness. The sombre fire of lust died out of her eyes. They kindled with the light of under- standing.
1922 · PDF PAGE 87
…eary, though as a matter of course we had insisted on Feccles and Haidée coming upstairs for a final drink. But we could hardly keep our eyes open; and as soon as they were gone we made all possible haste to get between the sheets of the twin beds. I need hardly tell my married friends that on previous nights the process of going to bed had been a very elaborate ritual. But on this occasion it was a mere attempt to break the record for speed. Within five minutes from the departure of Feccles and Haidée the lights were out. I had imagined that I…
1922 · PDF PAGE 357
…y singular impression on me. There was something indefinably Mongolian about her face. The planes were flat ; the cheek-bones high ; the eyes oblique; the nose wide, short, and vital; the mouth a long, thin, rippling curve like a mad sunset. The eyes were tiny and green with a piquant elfin expression. Her hair was curiously colourless; it was very abundant; she had wound great ropes about her head. It reminded me of the armature of a dynamo. It produced a weird effect—this mingling of the savage Mongol with the savage Norseman type. Her strang…
1922 · PDF PAGE 183
…ound Cockie sprawling on the bed in the depth of dejection. He did not move whenI came in. I ran to him and covered him with kisses. His eyes were heavy and swollen and his nose was running. I gave him my handkerchief and pulled him up. His clothes were all rumpled and of course he hadn’t shaved. I couldn't resist the temptation of teasing my darling. My love had come back in flood. I tingled with the pain of feeling that he did not respond. I hugged the pain to my heart. My blood beat hard with the joy of power. I held him in my hand. One dain…
1922 · PDF PAGE 247
…f my soul. I am so bitter, bitter cold. Yet I can’t stand the room. Peter is lying helplessly on the couch. He follows me about with his eyes. He seems to be afraid that he will be caught out in something. It’s like it was when we had dope. Though we knew we were taking it, offering it to each other openly, yet whenever we took it ourselves, we were afraid lest the other should know. I think he has something that he wants to hide away, and is trying to get me out of the room so that I shan’t know where he has put it. Well, I don’t care, I’m not…
1922 · PDF PAGE 107
…es’ business would mean something like a quarter of a million at least, on the most conservative calculations, as I had seen with my own eyes. And that was all clear profit, so there was no reason in the world why one shouldn’t spend it in a sensible way. Mr. Wolfe himself had emphasised the difficulty of getting satisfactory investments in these times. He told me how many people were putting their money into diamonds and furs which always keep their value, whereas government securities and that sort of thing are subject to unexpected taxation,…
1922 · PDF PAGE 169
… Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name— Orgasm, death, dissolution! Know you now why her eyes So fearfully glaze, beholding Terrors and infamies Like filthy flowers unfolding? Laughter widowed of ease, Agony barred from sadness, Death defeated of peace, Is she not madness ? She waits for me, lazily leering, As moon goes murdering moon ; The moon of her triumph is nearing ; She will have me wholly soon.
1922 · PDF PAGE 168
154 The Diary of a Drug Fiend Her cranial dome is vaulted, Her mad Mongolian eyes Aslant with the ecstasies Of things immune, exalted Far beyond stars and skies, Slits of amber and jet— Her snout for the quarry set Fleshy and heavy and gross, Bestial, broken across, And below it her mouth that drips Blood from the lips That hide the fangs of a snake, Drips on venomous udders Mountainous flanks that fret, And the spirit sickens and shudders At the hint of a worse thing yet. Olya! the golden bait Barbed with infinite pain, Fatal, fanatical mate O…
1922 · PDF PAGE 166
…f blood aflame and a-quiver With poison secret and sour— With a sudden twitch at the last — Like certain jagged daggers. (With bloodshot eyes dull-glassed The screaming Malay staggers Through his village aghast). So blood wrenches its pain Sardonic through heart and brain. Every separate nerve Awake and alert, on a curve Whose asymptote’s name is “ In a hyperbolic “ for ever!” A bitten and burning snake Striking its venom within it, As if it might serve to slake The pain for the tithe of a minute. never ” Awake, for ever awake! Awake as. one ne…