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1922 · PDF PAGE 372

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ng romp with Dionysus. Oh, wise dear Sister Athena! Was it by chance that you chose that sturdy sunlight imp to lead us up the hill that night ? Did you suspect that our hearts would see in him a symbol of our own serene and splendid hope? We looked into each other’s eyes as we held his hands on the last steep winding path among the olives, and we did not speak. But an 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 si…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 180

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…they can buy the stuff at a few shillings an ounce and sell it for I don’t know how many times its weight in gold. We shall have a great night to-night ! August 22 A hellish night ! Cockie kept his date with the pedlar, got ten pounds’ worth of H. and fifteen of C., and the H. was nothing at all and the C., so adulterated that we took the whole lot and it was hardly worth talking about. , What filthy mean beasts people are! ... How can men take advantage of the bitter needs of others ? It was the same in the war with the profiteers. It’s always…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 283

Diary of a Drug Fiend

First did 269 night’s rest, you are giving it to a more or less healthy person refreshed by sleep; it is able to stimulate you because your sleep has given you some reserves of force on which it can work. When you take it at night, you are administering it to a sick person, which is a very different thing. However, what you should do is to replace it at night by these tablets, with a nice warm drink of whisky or rum and water, and you will find yourself asleep before you know it. Then in the morning, you awake much fresher than usual, and the h…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 369

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…what I was doing with my material, the laws of mechanics. “‘ I discovered my will four days ago,” she said very seriously. ‘‘ It was the night that you and Big Lion climbed Deep Ghyll and took so long over Professor’s Chimney, that you missed the champagne dinner.” “ Yes, yes,’”’ I said impatiently, ‘‘ and what was it ? ” She put her hands behind her back and bent her head. Her eyelids closed over her long slanting eyes, and her red, snaky mouth began to work tremulously. “While you were asleep after tiffin,” she said, ‘‘ Big Lion took me up to…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 322

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…port after one glance at the incomparable beauty of the place; a beauty which varies every day and never tires. Look at the sunset every night. It is good for two hours of grand opera. It is almost stupefying to sit on the terrace of the villa and watch the ever- changing glories of night-fall. And night itself! There stands the Pole Star over the rock. As the months move the Great Bear wheels about its stable splendour, and one’s mind begins to work on a totally different scale of time. Each revolution of the heavens about the Pole is like the…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 233

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ore one is ready to go on. Peter ate very little himself; and then he said :— | “IT know why we couldn’t get the Devil to come the other night. It was having those servants about. I remember now that grandfather only had two in the house, and he used to send them away when he had anything big on. Let’s see what we can do to-night.” - That was delightful. That was his old self. We thought it would be a good plan to coke up pretty hard before starting.

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Diary of a Drug Fiend

…he sang full-throated, with a male quality in her voice. Her beauty was so radiant that my mind ran to the breaking of dawn after a long night flight. “In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look! the land is bright!” As if in answer to my thought, her voice rolled forth again :— “QO Thou golden wine of the sun, that art poured over the dark breasts of night! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I AO!” The first part of the adoration was in a sort of Gregorian chant varying with the cadence of the words. But the chorus always came…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 48

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…r professional interest in a case of what I think you will agree is something approaching indiscretion. My little friend here arrived to-night, or rather last night, full up to the neck with morphia. Dissatisfied with results, she swallowed a large dose of Anhalonium Lewinii, reckless of the pharmaceutical incompatability. Presumably to pass away the time, she has drunk an entire bottle of Grand Marnier Cordon Rouge; and now, feeling herself slightly indisposed, for some reason at which it would be presumptuous to guess, she is setting things r…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 186

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ne Self which was whole. Any positive expression of it was of necessity partial, incomplete, inadequate. The Stars are im- perfection of Night; but at least these thoughts are immeasurably faster and clearer than anything I have thought all my life. If I were ever to wake up—it seems impossible that I ever should—this entry will probably be quite un- intelligible to me. It is not written with the purpose of being intelligible or any other purpose. The idea of having a purpose at all is beneath contempt. It is the sort of thing a human being wou…

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Diary of a Drug Fiend

4 Knight Out 13 reminiscences, each of which appeared to him incredibly For about half a minute I resented him; then I let myself go and found myself soothed almost to slumber by the flow of his talk. A wonderful man, like an imbecile child nine-tenths of the time, and yet, at the back of it all, one somehow saw the deep night of his mind suffused with faint sparks of his genius. I had not the slightest idea where he was taking me ; I did not care. I had gone to sleep inside. I woke to find myself sitting in the Café Wisteria once more. The hea…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 373

Diary of a Drug Fiend

Love under Will 359 us, now that you have discovered your true wills, in the Vesper Ceremony of the Abbey, which we perform every night in the Temple of my tower. Let us be going |” We followed, hand in hand, along the smooth, broad, curving path that bordered the stream, cunningly bended to run along the crest of the ridge so that its power might be used to turn various mill-wheels. The gathering shadows whispered subtle lyrics in our ears ; the scents of spring conveyed superb imaginations to our senses; the sunset squandered its last scarlet…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 163

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…lly of us to be hunting round London for dope and getting mixed up with a rotten crowd like we did in Naples. It never struck us till to-night that all we had to do was to go round to King Lamus. He would give us all we needed at the proper price. Funny, too, it was Cockie that thought of that. I know he: hates the man, though he never said so except in an outburst which I knew didn’t mean anything.. We went to the studio in a taxi, Curse the luck, he was out! There was a girl there, a tall, thin woman with a white face like a wedge. We gave se…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 282

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…nced by her foolish remark. You have told me yourself that the delightful result, in the first instance, was to keep you lying awake all night in a state of suspended animation, with a most fascinating flow of fancies filling your brain.” I had to admit the truth of what he said. “Heroin,” he explained, ‘‘is a modification of morphine, and morphine is the most active of the principles of opium. Now surely you remember what Wilkie Collins says in The Moonstone about opium and its preparations, that they have a stimulating effect followed by a se…

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Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ty of the drug comes in. If one goes on the bust in the ordinary way on alcohol, one gets what the Americans call “the morning after the night before.” Nature warns us that we have been breaking the rules; and Nature has given us common sense enough to know that although we can borrow a bit, we have to pay back. We have drunk alcohol since the beginning of time; and it is in our racial consciousness that although ‘“‘a hair of the dog” will put one right after a spree, it won't do to choke oneself with hair. But with cocaine, all this caution is…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 241

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… record to read. I can’t remember dates, though. I don’t even know what year it is. The leaves in the park tell me it is autumn, and the nights are getting longer. The night is better than the day; there is less to irritate. We don’t sleep, of course, we fall into a torpor. Basil told me about it once. He called it the dark night of the soul. One has to go through it on the way to the Great Light. The light of day is torture. Every sense is an in- strument of the most devilish pain. There is no flesh on our bones. This perpetual craving for H! …

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Diary of a Drug Fiend

Indian Summer 167 and all the trickery of commerce arose from artificial restriction. Last night’s swindle was made possible by the great philanthropist Jabez Platt. His Diabolical Dope Act has created the traffic which he was trying to suppress. It didn’t exist before except in his rotten imagination. .. . I get such sudden spells of utter weariness. Dope would put me right. Nothing else has any effect. Everything that happens makes me want a sniff; and every sniff makes something happen. One can’t get away from the cage, but the complexity ma…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 295

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…s a psychological paradox that the best way to forget about a thing is to make a memorandum of it. “Now, good-bye, and come to dinner to-night at the studio. Perhaps you'll feel like dancing.”’ He went off with an airy wave of the hand. When we came back from the dance the porter told us that a lady and gentleman had called to see us. They hadn’t left their names. They would call again in the morning. It struck me as curious ; but I gave the matter little enough thought. The fact is that I was in rather a bad temper. I had used a good deal of h…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 275

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ing to heroin for relief, you will already have gone a long way in the direction of acquiring mental control.”’ Several times during the night Lala intervened vigorously in such a way that it was impossible for us not to give her our attention. We found out later that this was part of the plan, that we were being watched for symptoms of acute disquietude, and that whenever these appeared, she interfered to prevent our dwelling on the subject. I was astonished to find it about four o’clock in the morning, when King Lamus said :— “T’ve just been …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 165

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ady that clots and stales Ere his tongue can tip its flood, When the sun is a living devil Vomiting vats of evil, ( And the moon and the night but mock The wretch on his barren rock, And the dome of heaven high-arched Like his mouth is arid and parched, And the caves of his heart high-spanned Are choked with alkali sand! Not this! but a thirst uncharted; Body and soul alike Traitors turned black-hearted, Seeking a space to strike In a victim already attuned To one vast chord of wound; Every separate bone Cold, an incarnate groan Distilled from …

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Diary of a Drug Fiend

…of time, because a church clock struck somewhere far off at immense incalculable intervals. I knew, therefore, that I was making a white night of it. I was aware of dawn through the open French windows on the balcony. Ages, long ages, later, there was a chime of bells announcing early Mass; and gradually my thought became more slow, more dim; the active pleasure of thinking became passive. Little by little the shadows crept across my reverie, and then I knew no more.

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