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…ble thing in my life. Cockie wanted to go to a show! You might have hit me on the head with a poker. I don’t attract him any more; and I love him so much! He went to the box office to see about tickets, and while he was gone—this was the really horrible thing— I found I was simply telling myself ‘I love him so much.” Love is dead. And yet that’s not true. I do love him with all my heart and soul; and yet, somehow, I can’t. I want to be able to love until I get back. Oh, what’s the good of talking about it! I know I love him, and yet I know I ca…
1922 · PDF PAGE 328
…complish the Great Work,” replied Athena. Dionysus seemed to have got |on to his game. He retorted without the slightest hesitation. . “ Love is the law, under will.” , “ Love is the law, love under will,’’ corrected Cypris ; and the baby repeated it solemnly. : | “ Fall to,” cried Athena cheerfully, and sat down,
1922 · PDF PAGE 118
… seen. © I thought of that incomparable idyll, I will not call it an island, to which he invites Emilia, in Epipsychidion. Lou and I, my love and I, my wife and I, we were not merely going there;- we had always been there and should always be. For the name of the island, the name of the house, the name of Shelley, and the name of Lou and me, they were all one name—Love. “ The wingéd words with which my song would pierce Into the heights of love’s rare universe _ Are chains of lead about its flight of fire, I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire. ”…
1922 · PDF PAGE 293
First Aid 279 ‘IT love you because you're as crazy as I, Because all the shadows and lights of the sky Of existence are centred in you; The cross-jaggéd lightning, the roar of typhoon Are as good as the slumber of time as we swoon With the sun half asleep in the blue. You’re a dream, you're a mystery, empress and slave, You're like life, the inscrutable beat of its wave, You are always the all-unexpected ! When you've promised yourself, then you push me away; When you scorn me, you suddenly kindle and slay ; You hate truth as the lies She rejec…
1922 · PDF PAGE 371
Love under Will 357 exaltation of cocaine, could match that moment. The words were old; but their meaning was marvellously new. There had never been any “1” before, when I thought “I” was I, there had never been any “ you ” before when I thought of Lou as an independent being, and had not realised that she was the necessary com- plement of the human instrument which was doing “my” work. Nor had there been any love before, while love meant nothing but the manifold stupid things that people ordinarily mean by it. Love, as I meant it now, was an a…
1922 · PDF PAGE 60
… to pleasure in one inexhaustible rush. We took everything in our stride. I cannot begin to de- scribe the blind, boundless beatitude of love. Every incident was equally exquisite. Of course, Paris lays herself out especially to deal with people in just that state of mind. We were living at ten times the normal voltage. This was true in more senses than one. I had taken a thousand pounds in cash from London, thinking as I did so how jolly it was to be reckless. We were going to have a good time, and damn the expense! I thought of a thousand pou…
1922 · PDF PAGE 388
…CE Catherine Cotton This charming chronicle has no “plot.” It is an attempt to present a happy, witty, simple-minded woman who attracted love because she gave it out. This is a very difficult type of book to write.. The attention of the reader must be aroused and held by the sheer merit of the writing, and the publishers believe they have found in Catherine Cotton a writer with just the right gifts of wit, sympathy, and understanding. DOMENICO H, M. Anderson This is the story of a Cardinal of Rome, a member of one of the great noble families. I…
1922 · PDF PAGE 14
…. VI. Vit. Contents BOOK III—PURGATORIO KING LAMUS INTERVENES FIRST AID THE VOICE OF VIRTUE OUT OF HARM’S WAY AT TELEPYLUS THE TRUE WILL LOVE UNDER WILL PAGE 247 262 280 297 315 333 348
1922 · PDF PAGE 61
…et eyes and tongues. Lou looked more distractingly, deliriously glorious than ever. I had never been particularly keen on women. The few love affairs which had come my way had been rather silly and sordid. They had not revealed the possibilities of love ; in fact, I had thought it a somewhat overrated pleasure, a brief and brutal blindness with boredom and disgust hard on its heels. But with cocaine, things are absolutely different. I want to emphasise the fact that cocaine is in reality a local anesthetic. Thatis the actual explanation of its …
1922 · PDF PAGE 372
…electric flame ran through his tiny body from one to the other, and we knew for the first time what huge happiness lay in ambush for our love. The silence of dinner shone with silken lustre. It lasted long—so long—each moment charged with litanies of love. When coffee came, Big Lion himself broke the spell. “T am going to the tower to sleep to-night; so you will be in charge of the Strangers’ House, Sir Peter| The duties are simple ; if any wanderer should ask our hospitality, it is for you-to extend it on behalf of the Order.” We knew one wand…
1922 · PDF PAGE 382
…urs to speculate about the goal of our Going. Enough for us to Go. We knew our way, having found our will, and for the means, had we not love? ‘“‘ Love is the law, love under will.” The words were neither on our lips nor in our hearts. They were implicit in every idea, and in every impression. We went from the court up the steps, through the open glass doors, into the vaulted room with its fantastic frescoes that was the strangers’ room of the Abbey of Thelema ; and we laughed softly, as we thought that we should never more be strangers. GLASGO…
1922 · PDF PAGE 341
At Telepylus 329 habit that had destroyed our love. It was only in sleep that she was beautiful at all in these last months. Waking, the expression of tenseness and wretchedness, the nervous twitching of her face and the destruction of her complexion by the inability of the liver to throw off the toxic effects of the drug, made her look not only twice her age but ugly, with that ugliness of vice and illness which is so much more repulsive than any merely zsthetic errors of nature. Lou, more than any girl I ever knew, depended for her beauty upo…
1922 · PDF PAGE 381
Love under Will 367 I made the discovery that I was after all a profoundly religious man. All my life I had been looking for a creed which did not offend my moral or intellectual sense. And now I had come to understand the mysteri- ous language of the people of the Abbey of Thelema. “Be the Priest pure of body and soul!” The love of Lou had consecrated me to do my will, to accomplish the Great Work. “‘ Be the Priest fervent of body and soul!” The love of Lou not only kept me from the contamina- tion of ideas and desires alien to my essential fu…
1922 · PDF PAGE 215
…mooth varnished voice he began to tell me what he called the romance of his life. The first time he saw me he had fallen passionately in love with me ; but he was a married man, and his sense of honour prevented his yielding to his passion. He had, of course, no love for his wife, who didn’t understand him at all. He had married her out of pity; but for all that he was bound by his sense of right feeling, and above all by realising that to give rein to his passion, God-given though it was, would mean social ruin for me, for the woman he loved. …
1922 · PDF PAGE 162
…try. He was the wrong man to try to sell powdered borax to at a guinea a sniff. He told the man he’d rather have Beecham’s Pills. What I love about Cockie is the witty way he talks. But somehow or other, the flashes don’t come like they did—not so often, I mean. Besides which, he seems to be making his jokes to himself. Most of the time, I don’t get what he means. He talks to himself a great deal, for another thing. I get a feeling of absolute repulsion. I don’t know why it is. The least thing irritates me absurdly. I think it’s because every i…
1922 · PDF PAGE 47
…flashed a provocative glance in my direction. The studio suddenly filled with the reverberation of her chant :— ‘“O Thou naked virgin of love, that art caught in a net of wild roses! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!” ‘‘ Quite so,” agreed King Lamus cheerfully. “ You'll excuse me, I know, if I ask whether you have any great experience of the effects of cocaine.” Lou glowered at him. I preferred to meet him frankly. I deliberately put a large dose on the back of my hand and sniffed it up. Before I had finished, the effect had occurred. I …
1922 · PDF PAGE 288
… translation of one of Verlaine’s most exquisite lyrics: ‘‘ With muted strings.” “Calm in the twilight of the lofty boughs Pierce we our love with silence as we drowse; Melt we our souls, hearts, senses in this shrine, Vague languor of arbutus and of pine!” “ Half-close your eyes, your arms upon your breast ; Banish for ever every interest ! The cradling breeze shall woo us, soft and sweet, Ruffling the waves of velvet at your feet.” “When solemn night of swart oaks shall prevail Voice our despair, musical nightingale ! ”’ The exquisite images,…
1922 · PDF PAGE 195
… foul fascination. He suffered a paroxysm of pleasure such as pleasure itself had never been able to give him. And I was Olya, I was his love, his wife, world without end, the demon whose supreme delight was to destroy him. “‘ Behind me, behind and above, She stands, that mirror of love. Her fingers are subtle-jointed ; Her nails are polished and pointed, And tipped with spurs of gold: With them she rowels the brain. Her lust is critical, cold ; And her Chinese cheeks are pale,
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…ng. Lamus sprang to the door. A tall old man was standing on the steps. “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law,” said Lamus. “ Love is the law, love under will,” replied the other. It was like a challenge and countersign. “T’ve got to talk to you for an hour.” “Of course, I’m at your service,” replied our host. “The only thing is——’”’ He broke off. My brain was extraordinarily clear. My self- confidence was boundless. I felt inspired. I saw the way out. A little devil laughed in my heart: ‘“ What an excellent scheme to be alone with L…
1922 · PDF PAGE 185
Indian Summer 171 But not in the unutterable anguish of which the poet was writing. It is a formless calm. But love! We had never loved like this before. We had defiled love with the grossness of the body. The body is an instrument of infinite pleasure; but excitement and desire sully its sublimity. We were conscious of every nerve to the tiniest filament ; and for this one must be ineffably aloof from movement. H. makes one want to scratch, and scratching is infinite pleasure. But that is only a relic of animal appetite. After a little while, …