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Page 15 of 1241930 · PDF PAGE 9
…at he sacrificed, in the course of Alchemical and magical experiments, a matter of 800 children ? I submit that, a priori, this sounds a little improbable. Gilles de Rais was the lord of a district whose population could not have been very extensive, and even in that age of slavery, dirt, disease, debauchery, poverty and ignorance, which seems to Mr. G. K. Chesterton the one ideal state of society, it must have been a little difficult to carry out abductions and murders on such wholesale principles. Whenever questions arise with regard to black…
1909 · PDF PAGE 83
…Vi Veri Vniversvm Vivvs Vici ] Back home to illuminate my beautiful Ritual. Two pages done and set aside to dry. I think I will go for a little walk and enjoy the beautiful sun. Also to the chemist’s to have my finger attended to. The chemist refused to do anything; and so I did it myself. It is the romantic malady of ingrowing nail; a little abscess had formed. Devilish painful after the clean-up. Will go the walk aforesaid I ought to note how on this day there is a complete absence of all one‘s magical apparatus. The mantra has slowed down to …
1913 · PDF PAGE 441
… and hope humbly to be worthy of it! Yes, sir, I find the host when I ask for it; I find it real and palpable, but often ornamented with little hearts, little miraculous hearts, which one might think had been painted by Raphael.” Eliphas Levi, who felt ill at ease in discussing facts with which there was mingled a sort of profanation of the most holy things, then took his leave of the one-time Catholic writer, and went out meditating on the strange influence of this Vintras, who had so overthrown that old belief, and turned the old savant’s hea…
1913 · PDF PAGE 441
… and hope humbly to be worthy of it! Yes, sir, I find the host when I ask for it; I find it real and palpable, but often ornamented with little hearts, little miraculous hearts, which one might think had been painted by Raphael.” Eliphas Levi, who felt ill at ease in discussing facts with which there was mingled a sort of profanation of the most holy things, then took his leave of the one-time Catholic writer, and went out meditating on the strange influence of this Vintras, who had so overthrown that old belief, and turned the old savant’s hea…
1903 · PDF PAGE 13
…ould not look that way. Seeing, you strove to see not. Fool! I have ruined all in one rash deed. Learnt I not in discretion’s school The little care that lovers need? For see—I bite my lip to blood ; A stifled word of anguish hisses :— O the black word that dams thought’s flood! O the bad lip that looked for kisses! O the poor fool that prates of love! Is it a garter, or a glove? II
1904 · PDF PAGE 101
…hen Mallarmé, And other people Of singular and perhaps Unique talent (Now joined by André de Lordes) Is a splendid success At the quaint little theatre Of Montmartre. Speed !—I mean Poe! 1 A review on ‘‘ the Soothing System ” in its original French dress. 89
1910 · PDF PAGE 148
…With the head of a goat and the nose of a Jew And the... GOVINDA Would your Pasiphae challenge him lightly ? CHAU Truly, a marvel. Come, little man ! We kiss your hands, and sail back home Over the desert and over the foam. ALEXANDER And I go back to the grove of Pan. GOVINDA What is thy name ? I will proclaim Thy marvellous fame From the Gulf of Kutch to the shores of Orissa. MIRIAM I pray your Majesty, call him Issa.
1911 · PDF PAGE 14
…servants 01 V.V.V.V.V., have attained thereunto. 14. It is impossible to tell you 01 the splendours of that to which they have attained. Little by little, as your eyes grow stronger, will we unveil to you the ineffable glory of the Path 01 the Adepts, and its nameless goal. 15. Even as a man ascending a steep mountain is lost to sight 01 his friends in the valley, so mustthe adept seem. They shall say: He is lost in the clouds. But he shall rejoice in the sunlight above them, and come to the eternal snows. 16. Or as a scholar may learn some sec…
1911 · PDF PAGE 14
…servants 01 V.V.V.V.V., have attained thereunto. 14. It is impossible to tell you 01 the splendours of that to which they have attained. Little by little, as your eyes grow stronger, will we unveil to you the ineffable glory of the Path 01 the Adepts, and its nameless goal. 15. Even as a man ascending a steep mountain is lost to sight 01 his friends in the valley, so mustthe adept seem. They shall say: He is lost in the clouds. But he shall rejoice in the sunlight above them, and come to the eternal snows. 16. Or as a scholar may learn some sec…
1919 · PDF PAGE 99
…gold that sparkle therein; one drop shall intoxicate the Lord of the Gods my servant. 30. Also Adonai spake unto V.V.V.V.V. saying: O my little one, my tender one, my little amorous one, my gazelle, my beautiful, my boy, let us fill up the pillar of the Infinite with an infinite kiss! 31. So that the stable was shaken and the unstable be- came still. 32. They that beheld it cried with a formidable affright: The end of things is come upon us. 33. And it was even so. 34. Also I was in the spirit vision and beheld a parricidal 93
1929 · PDF PAGE 42
… what is this fourth-dimensional universe? Can't you give me something to cling to?" "Just so. Here this long lecture links up with that little chat about the soul!" "O—o—oh!" "And the double personality, and all the rest of it! "It's perfectly simple. I, the fourth-dimensional reality, am going about my business in a perfectly legitimate way. I find myself pushing through to my surface, or let us say, I become conscious of my surface, the material universe, much as the cone did as it went through the water. I make my appearance with a yell. I …
1898 · PDF PAGE 112
…ll. The heart wherein is lit the sacred fire Of high desire, Burnt clean from all untruth and sacrilege, Her wings may fledge, And fly a little in the broad sweet air, Till unaware 102
1907 · PDF PAGE 84
…girlhood which forms the better drift of vice , the first to be swallowed in the social Maelstrom . Yes : Nina was a thing of nought , A little laughing lewd gamine , Idle and vicious , void of thought , Easy , impertinent , unclean Utterly charming ! Yes , my queen ! She had a generous baby soul, Prattled of love . Should I control , Repress , perhaps, the best instinct The child had ever had ? I winked At foolish neighbours , did not shirk . Such café Turc I made her drink As she had never had before ; Set her where you are sitting ; chatted …
1912 · PDF PAGE 97
HIS SECRET SIN stoutly and even a little sternly rebuked him with the original remark: " To the pure all things are pure.“ It was knowing when to be bold that had made Theodore the fine business man he was. And very bold it was, for conscience makes cowards of us all. The secret shame of his orgies 1 Every week—night— once even on a Sunday l—after everyone had gone to bed, he opened the little safe in the wall at the head of his bed, and drew forth the obscene picture from its envelope marked “ In case of my death or disability THIS PACKET is to…
1912 · PDF PAGE 97
HIS SECRET SIN stoutly and even a little sternly rebuked him with the original remark: " To the pure all things are pure.“ It was knowing when to be bold that had made Theodore the fine business man he was. And very bold it was, for conscience makes cowards of us all. The secret shame of his orgies 1 Every week—night— once even on a Sunday l—after everyone had gone to bed, he opened the little safe in the wall at the head of his bed, and drew forth the obscene picture from its envelope marked “ In case of my death or disability THIS PACKET is to…
1912 · PDF PAGE 45
…esting 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
1910 · PDF PAGE 315
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV winter, starved to madness, and had begun eating two cows in their shed, when little Ljubov chanced upon them and was discovered half an hour later, surrounded by two hundred of these wolves, which were pushing and kicking one another to lick her hands. On another occasion, extraordinary miracle, one glance from her eyes had stopped the tongue of a drunken pope who was swearing at a peasant in the foulest of language. She was, of course, a favourite with all in the village: the simpler and nearer Nature their souls, the m…
1910 · PDF PAGE 368
… this frowsy Moll Flanders of a degenerated Chelsea, this down-at-heel Jléneur on the outer boulevards of a prostituted literature, this little mongrel dog that fawneth upon the ill-cut trousers of thee, O St. Pancras Pulchinello—this little red-coated person that doth mouth and dance upon the kakophonous barrel-organ of New Thought fakirs and Modernity mountebanks. Speak to this parasite—itself unspeakably verminous— of the long-haired brigade, who has “got on” for that it had neither sufficient talent to excite envy, nor manhood enough to exc…
1910 · PDF PAGE 315
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV winter, starved to madness, and had begun eating two cows in their shed, when little Ljubov chanced upon them and was discovered half an hour later, surrounded by two hundred of these wolves, which were pushing and kicking one another to lick her hands. On another occasion, extraordinary miracle, one glance from her eyes had stopped the tongue of a drunken pope who was swearing at a peasant in the foulest of language. She was, of course, a favourite with all in the village: the simpler and nearer Nature their souls, the m…
1910 · PDF PAGE 368
… this frowsy Moll Flanders of a degenerated Chelsea, this down-at-heel Jléneur on the outer boulevards of a prostituted literature, this little mongrel dog that fawneth upon the ill-cut trousers of thee, O St. Pancras Pulchinello—this little red-coated person that doth mouth and dance upon the kakophonous barrel-organ of New Thought fakirs and Modernity mountebanks. Speak to this parasite—itself unspeakably verminous— of the long-haired brigade, who has “got on” for that it had neither sufficient talent to excite envy, nor manhood enough to exc…