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Page 41 of 831910 · PDF PAGE 20
…in his own mother’s house at Maze Hill. This came a little later ; and I knew exactly what he was doing, as it happened. I let him go as far as he did, with the deli- berate intention of making sure on that point. I think my readers will agree — enough of my tutors ! I ought to make an honourable exception of one Archi- bald Douglas, an Oxford man and a traveller. He taught me sense and manhood, and I shall not easily forget my debt to him. I hear he is dead — may earth lie light upon him ! Of course my Mother and her brother my uncle Tom could…
1913 · PDF PAGE 462
…s leave without having given his name, and without any one having thought to ask him for it. Eliphas and Desbarrolles reconducted him as far as the staircase, in token of respect for his dignity as a priest. Near the staircase he turned and said slowly : “Before long, you will hear something. . .. You will hear me spoken of,” he added, emphasizing each word. Then he saluted with head and hand, turned without adding a single word, and descended the staircase. The two friends returned to Mme. A——’s room. “There is a singular personage,” said Elip…
1913 · PDF PAGE 462
…s leave without having given his name, and without any one having thought to ask him for it. Eliphas and Desbarrolles reconducted him as far as the staircase, in token of respect for his dignity as a priest. Near the staircase he turned and said slowly : “Before long, you will hear something. . .. You will hear me spoken of,” he added, emphasizing each word. Then he saluted with head and hand, turned without adding a single word, and descended the staircase. The two friends returned to Mme. A——’s room. “There is a singular personage,” said Elip…
1909 · PDF PAGE 132
…bank. “There was no object in pursuing him; I would recover the furs, and return triumphant. Alas! they had sunk ; they were now whirled far away by the swift river. Where should I get a cloak ? “ How stupid of me! The old woman had plenty of other clothes beneath her furs ; I would take them. “ And I set myself gaily to run back to the house. Ill “Whether by excitement I took the wrong turning, or whether—but you will hear !—in short, I do not clearly under- stand even now why I did not at once find the road. But at least I did fail to find it…
1909 · PDF PAGE 369
…houghts, I wonder?” said I to myself. In that case the man must have had a certain degree of reason about him after all, for the box was far from being empty. In the first compartment was a red flower, blushing deeply with all the purest carmine of Nature. The flower was certainly not freshly cut, but had preserved all its beauties and delect- able perfume. In the second compartment was a doll. Oh, not an extra- ordinary doll! A plain, common hand-made wooden doll, which you could open by the middle, to discover inside it a second doll presenti…
1909 · PDF PAGE 132
…bank. “There was no object in pursuing him; I would recover the furs, and return triumphant. Alas! they had sunk ; they were now whirled far away by the swift river. Where should I get a cloak ? “ How stupid of me! The old woman had plenty of other clothes beneath her furs ; I would take them. “ And I set myself gaily to run back to the house. Ill “Whether by excitement I took the wrong turning, or whether—but you will hear !—in short, I do not clearly under- stand even now why I did not at once find the road. But at least I did fail to find it…
1909 · PDF PAGE 369
…houghts, I wonder?” said I to myself. In that case the man must have had a certain degree of reason about him after all, for the box was far from being empty. In the first compartment was a red flower, blushing deeply with all the purest carmine of Nature. The flower was certainly not freshly cut, but had preserved all its beauties and delect- able perfume. In the second compartment was a doll. Oh, not an extra- ordinary doll! A plain, common hand-made wooden doll, which you could open by the middle, to discover inside it a second doll presenti…
1909 · PDF PAGE 15
…d German sausage may be vulgar and even imaginary—it’s the taste I like. And the more I munch, the more complacent I feel, until I go so far as to offer my critics a bite. This sounds in a way like the “ Interior Certainty ” of the common or garden Christian; but there are differences. The Christian insists on notorious lies being accepted as an essential part of his (more usually her) system; I, on the contrary, ask for facts, for observation. Under Scepticism, true, one is just as much a house of cards as the other; but only in the philosophi…
1910 · PDF PAGE 40
PREFACE. XXXV appears in me as little less than a blind lust of Destruction. (That is to say, on the rare occasion when I so far fall from adeptship as to credit the evidence of my senses). I have consequently done all I can to shock and hurt the enemy. I have painted their God as the obscene thing he is from my knowledge of my Uncle Tom ; I have made his Trinity ridiculous and his scheme disgusting ; I have painted Magdalen as the Syrian strumpet she was from the best models among English society whores (thank you, Ada ; thank you, Kathleen !)…
1913 · PDF PAGE 429
…g; but he would certainly have dreaded the presence of Paracelsus and of Henry Khunrath, if these great men had been his contemporaries. Far be it from us, however, to denounce Mr. Home as a low-class sorcerer, that is to say, as acharlatan. The cele- brated American medium is sweet and natural as a child. He is a poor and over-sensitive being, without cunning and with- out defence; he is the plaything of a terrible force of whose nature he is ignorant, and the first of his dupes is certainly himself. The study of the strange phenomena which ar…
1913 · PDF PAGE 429
…g; but he would certainly have dreaded the presence of Paracelsus and of Henry Khunrath, if these great men had been his contemporaries. Far be it from us, however, to denounce Mr. Home as a low-class sorcerer, that is to say, as acharlatan. The cele- brated American medium is sweet and natural as a child. He is a poor and over-sensitive being, without cunning and with- out defence; he is the plaything of a terrible force of whose nature he is ignorant, and the first of his dupes is certainly himself. The study of the strange phenomena which ar…
1922 · PDF PAGE 245
…ue. But, of course, he is not really unique in the way that I am.... We have lighted a huge fire in the billiard-room. We sleep there so far as we sleep at all. We got the waiter to bring down blankets and quilts from the bedroom, and he leaves the food on the table. But fires are no good. The cold comes from inside us. We sit in front of the blaze, roasting our hands and faces; but it makes no difference. We shiver. We try to sing like soldiers round a camp fire, but the only words that come are the appropriate ones. That poem has obsessed us.…
1930 · PDF PAGE 7
…count. Each seeks to buttress his opinion by incidents which we have no reason to suppose other than authentic, but seem incongruous. So far as we can get any truth out of the matter at all, it is that the character of Napoleon, like that of everybody who ever lived, was extremely complex. And the writers are more or less in the position of the Six Wise Men of Hindustan who were born blind and had to describe an elephant. Spiritually fortified by these simple meditations, we may apply their fruits to the problem of Gilles
1906 · PDF PAGE 124
…ut what is this? A sword? I scorn a sword. I scorn a boy. Let none suppose me fearful ! MEDEA, Give not back ! MADNESS. It will be finer far to go away As those disdaining aught but their own love. MEDEA. Ay ! let us leave these folk’s ingratitude, My husband ! in thy love alone I rest. This splendour and this toil alike resume Our life from the long honeymoon of love We wish at heart.
1911 · PDF PAGE 238
…Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. * Papillon: Bohm.
1911 · PDF PAGE 238
…Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. * Papillon: Bohm.
1904 · PDF PAGE 55
…arlatan parson once well known in Eng- land as a mountebank, while his mother, disgusted that he was a boy, brought him up as a girl, as far as she possibly could. He even slept with her till he was eighteen : and we may guess the result. H...s was a snivelling shit. L..s wore long hair, never washed and rarely shaved. His pictures were beneath criticism, and his manners Mean little skunks, the slimy pair of them ! Now in an attic in the same building lived S...y B.....s, the common road of the quarter : an illustra- tion of Euclids position…
1907 · PDF PAGE 251
…Mammon is the God of to - day , and modern Christianity is ab solute and unadulterated materialism . As such it is not necessary to look far for its antithesis . Religions decay through materiality , and whenever religions decay mysticism arises ; for materiality cannot explain
1919 · PDF PAGE 232
… to the nature of the rituals of our Order, and to our words, signs, etc. The general principles of the Order may be fully explained, so far as they are understood below the VI’; as it is written, “The ordeals I write not: the rituals shall be half known and half concealed: the Law is for all.” It is to be observed that punctual performance of these duties, so that the report thereof is noised abroad and the fame of it cometh even unto the Throne of the Supreme and Holy King him- 218
1929 · PDF PAGE 6
…g!" said Lavinia's brother, throwing away the peach-stone, and settling himself again to sleep. Big Ben struck the half hour. Big Ben is far too big to take any notice of anything terrestrial. A change of dynasty is nothing in his young life! "Come in, for the land's sake!" cried Lavinia King. Her quick ear had caught a light knock upon the door. She had hoped for something exciting, but it was only her private tame pianist, a cadaverous individual with the manners of an undertaker gone mad, the morals of a stool-pigeon, and imagining himself a…