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…, “ And by thy venerable age I charge thee this my riddle ree.” Then said that gentle eremite: “This task is easy unto me! Know then the Questing Beast aright! One is the Beast, the Questing one: And one with one is two, Sir Knight! Yet these are one in two, and none Disjoins their substance (mark me well !), Confounds their persons. Rightly run Their attributes: immeasurable, Incomprehensibundable, Unspeakable, inaudible, 45
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XXIV “ One thing at least ” (quoth Palamede), “Beyond dispute my soul can see: This Questing Beast that mocks my need Dwelleth in deep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks h…
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…, he is still far from the Attainment, xxix. In the land of Egypt he performeth many miracles. But from the statue of Memnon issueth the questing, and he is recalled from that illusion. xxx, Upon the plains of Chaldea he descendeth into the bowels of the earth, where he beholdeth the Visible Image of the Soul of Nature for the Beast. Yet Earth belcheth him forth. xxi. In a slum city he converseth with a Rationalist. Learning nothing, nor even hearing the Beast, he goeth forth to cleanse himself. xxxii, Seeking to imitate the Beast, he goeth on …
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56 XX Srp PALAMEDE hath reasoned out Beyond the shadow of a doubt That this his Questing Beast is one; For were it Beasts, he must suppose An earlier Beast to father those. So all the tracks of herds that run Into the forest he discards, And only turns his dark regards On single prints, on marks unique. Sir Palamede doth now attain Unto a wide and grassy plain, Whereon he spies the thing to seek. Thereat he putteth spur to horse And runneth him a random course, The Beast a-questing aye before. But praise to good Sir Palamede! *Hath gotten him a…
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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD SIR PALAMEDES THE SARACEN KNIGHT; AND OF HIS FOLLOWING OF THE QUESTING BEAST ALEISTER CROWLEY 3
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THE HIGH HISTO! GOOD SIR PALAM THE SARACEN Kn AND OF HIS FOLLOY OF THE QUESTING BY ALEISTER CROV RIGHTLY SET FORTH 4
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…then dart Its death upon it. Brave my heart! Do thus!” And so the knight disguises Himself, on hands and knees doth start His hunt, goes questing up and down. So in the fields the peasant clown Flies, shrieking, from that dreadful figure. But when he came to any town They caged him for a lunatic. Quod he: ‘‘ Would God I had the trick! The beast escaped from my devices ; I will the same. The bars are thick, But I am strong.” He wrenched in vain; Then—what is this? What wild, sharp strain Smites on the air? The prison smashes. Hark! ’tis the Ques…
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…n Of serpents and of Saracens. Thus then equipped, he quits the quean, And in a city fair and wide Calls up with music wild and keen The Questing Marvel to his side. Then do the sportful city folk About his lonely stance abide: Making their holiday, they joke The melancholy ass: they throw Their clattering coppers in his poke. So day and night they come and go, But never comes the Questing Beast, Nor doth that laughing people know
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…rd. Then shook his head Sir Palamede the Saracen, As knowing nothing might bestead, When lo! there rose a monster moan, A hugeous cry, a questing dread, As if (God’s death ! ) there coursed alone The Beast, within whose belly sounds That marvellous music monotone As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now, by Christ And by His pitiful five wounds |— Even as a lover to his tryst, That Beast came questing in the hall, One flame of gold and amethyst, Bodily seen then of them all. Then came he to Sir Palamede, Nestling to him, as sweet an…
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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD SIR PALAMEDES THE SARACEN KNIGHT AND OF HIS FOLLOWING OF THE QUESTING BEAST BY ALEIST ER CROWLEY RIGHTLY SET FORTH IN RIME WIELAND & COMPANY, 3 GREAT JAMES ST. BEDFORD ROW, LONDON. ANNO PSEUDO CHRISTI, MCMXII. PRICE FIVE SHILLINGS NET
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…scullions ?” His curse came in a flaky froth. He seized a club, with blow on blow Breaking the knave’s unreverent sconce! “Thou mock the Questing Beast I chase, The Questing Beast I love? ’Od’s wounds!” Then sudden from the slave there brake A cachinnation scant of grace, As if a thirty couple hounds Were in his belly! Knight, awake! Ah! well he woke! His love and scorn Grapple in death-throe at his throat. “Lead me away” (quoth he), “ my men! Woe, woe is me was ever born So blind a bat, so gross a goat, As Palamede the Saracen !” 87
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104 Yet was his heart immeasurably sad, For that no questing in his ear he had. Nay! he saw all. He saw the Curse That wrapped in ruin the World primeval. He saw the unborn Universe, And all its gods coeval. He saw, and was, all things at once In Him that is ; he was the stars, The moons, the meteors, the suns, All in one net of triune bars; Inextricably one, inevitably one, Immeasurable, immutable, immense Beyond all the wonder that his soul had won By sense, in spite of sense, and beyond sense. “Praise God!” quoth Palamede, “ by this I attain…
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While such a questing there resounds As God had loosed the very Pit, Or as a thirty couple hounds Are in its belly as it bounds! Full sick at heart, I ween, was then The loyal knight, the weak of wit, The butt of lewd and puny men, Sir Palamede the Saracen. 37
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60 Until the questing rose again. For there, on that ensanguine plain Standeth a-laughing at the dunce The single Beast they had not slain. There, with his friends and followers dead, His brother smitten through the head, Himself sore wounded in the thigh, Weepeth upon the deed of dread, Alone among his murdered men, The champion fool, as fools were then, Utterly broken, like to die, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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Thou hast lied. I am the chosen knight To slay the Questing Beast for men ; I am the loyal son of light, Sir Palamede the Saracen ! Thou wast the subtlest fiend that yet Hath crossed my path. To say thee nay I dare not, but my sword is wet With thy knave’s blood, and with thy clay Fouled! Dost thou think to resurrect? O sweet Lord Christ that savest men! From all such fiends do thou protect Me, Palamede the Saracen!” 101
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… joy he had of lust. The brutal glee his folly took For holy joy breaks down his brain. Off bolts the Beast: the earth is shook As out a questing roars again, As if a thirty couple hounds Are in its belly as it bounds ! The peasants gather to deride The knight: creation joins in mirth. Ashamed and scorned on every side, There gallops, hateful to the earth, The laughing-stock of beasts and men, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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…o the nearer beast, that shuns The shock, and splits, and splits again, Until the baffled warrior sees A myriad myriad swarms of these A-questing over all the plain. The good knight reins his charger in. “ Now, by the faith of Paladin! The subtle quest at last I ken.” Rides off to Camelot to plight The faith of many a noble knight, Sir Palamede the Saracen. 57
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The knight spurs on, and soon espies A monster coursing on the plain. He hears the horrid questing rise And thunder in his weary brain. This time, to slay it or be slain! Too easy task! The charger gains Stride after stride with little pains Upon the lumbering, flapping thing. He stabs the lamb, and splits the brains Of that majestic-seeming king. He clips the wing and pares the claw— What turns to laughter all his joy, To wondering ribaldry his awe? The beast’s a mere mechanic toy, Fit to amuse an idle boy! 39
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…. Hereby Sir Palamede his quest Pursues withouten let or rest. Seeing the evil mountain be, Remembering all his evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at last The beast he seeks: ’tis like an hart. Ever it courseth far and fast. Sir Palamede is sore aghast, 35
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…the lynx I should not see within my mind One thought that is not in its kind In sooth That Beast that lurks behind : And in my quest his questing seems The authentic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different From him that knows. Then be content ; Thou canst not alter the event!