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Page 75 of 771907 · PDF PAGE 132
…King vied with the bul-buls in the rose-bowers of Sharon, and showered urple kisses on the jet-black thighs of strange women amongst the white lilies in the alley of Jordan. As we open this regal book, all the gold of Ophir and the glitterin jewels of Havilah flash before our wondering eyes. And once a in we wander ro h the scented gardens of Shiraz and drink deep of the go] en vintage of Omar. ll is a melody of joy, an ecstasy of bliss, a ra ture of bewildering love; and Captain Fuller has indeed proved himself to be a wortliy cicerone to guide…
1929 · PDF PAGE 145
… authority do not become him. He feels himself a bit of an upstart. Ceylon is full of half-casts, Dutch, English and Portuguese, and the white man feels himself somehow compromised by their presence. They remind him of his poor relations and
1944 · PDF PAGE 41
… determine the nature of the card. This is no more than saying that a Dry Martini has got some juniper in it, and some alcohol, and some white wine and herbs, and a bit of lemon peel, and some ice. It is a harmonious composition of various ele‐ ments; once mixed, it forms a single compound from which it would be very difficult to sepa‐ rate the ingredients; yet each element is necessary to the composition. The Five of Wands is therefore a personality; the nature of this is summed up in the Tarot by calling it “Strife”. This means that, if used …
1929 · PDF PAGE 282
… laths of reason. We should never have shown our weakness to the Indian student who fills Bengal with the tale of his sexual conquest of white women, our servant girls who took these sons of pettifoggers for princes. We should never have sent out middle-class pets-of-examiners to govern the aristocratically minded inhabitants of the tongue of Asia. Duxmia --- I suspect some very wise bird --- wrote in Vanity Fair (October 13th, 1907): The British Empire was not built up by public school boys, for the excellent and all sufficient reason that whi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 76
…d with anybody. I had not imagined the possibility of so divine a development. It was, in a sense, passionate, because it partook of the white heat of creative energy and because its intensity absorbed all other emotions. But for this very reason it was impossible to conceive of it as liable to contamination by any grosser qualities. Indeed, the universe of sense was entirely subordinated to its sanctity. It was based upon impressions as an incandescent light upon its filament. But the world was transfigured and consumed by the ineffable intens…
1929 · PDF PAGE 228
…ose branches were festooned with legions of flying foxes, as they call the species of bat whose breast is furred with marvellous red and white. I thought I would kill a few dozen and make my wife a toque and myself a waistcoat. We went out in a boat not unlike a clumsy variety of punt to catch them in their sleep. They keep no guard; but at the firs gunshot they awake and the air literally becomes dark with their multitude. One has merely to fire into the mass. One of the bats, wounded, fell right on my wife and frightened her. It may have been…
1929 · PDF PAGE 155
…unted. By spells that are murmured, and rays of my soul strongly flung, never daunted; By gesture and tracery traced with a wand dappled white, I summon the spirits of earth from the gloom they for ages have haunted. O woman of deep red skin! Carved hair like the teak! O delight Of my soul in the hollows of earth --- how my spirit hath taunted . . . Away! I am here, I am laid to the breast of the earth in the dusk of the night, By palm and pagoda enchaunted.
1929 · PDF PAGE 195
…ed and black in almost equal proportions. I shaved to go to Europe; and when I let it grow again, all the red hairs had become perfectly white. I left Bombay on the fourth of October, by the poor old Egypt wrecked off Ushant in 1922. On the boat was a young officer returning to England on leave, to get married. It was a romantic story, and for the satisfactory accomplishment of his plan a plain gold ring which he wore on the fourth finger of his left hand was of the last importance. He removed it from his finger to read the inscription on the i…
1929 · PDF PAGE 502
… Dead Souls. She stood central, her head the keystone of the arch of monsters. Her face is ghastly green. Her fleshless body lustreless, white and grey-blue shadows beneath the ribs. On the left-hand panel is a kneeling Negress, bestially gross, her gaze fixed adoringly on the Queen of Dead Souls. Perched on her shoulder, a parrot of brilliant plumage, many hued, surveys the scene with insolent indifference. On the opposite canvas is a kneeling woman huddled as if in agony, a cascade of lustreless hair tumbling to her hips. Along the entire bas…
1944 · PDF PAGE 134
brass, and it had been dipped in deadly poison. Then I fitted the white arrow to the string, and I shot it against the heart of Eros, and though I shot with all my force, it fell harmlessly from his side. But at that moment the black arrow was thrust through mine own heart. I am filled with fearful agony. And the child smiles, and says: Although thy shaft hath pierced me not, although the envenomed barb hath struck thee through; yet I am slain, and thou livest and triumphest, for I am thou and thou art I. With that he disappears, and the Aethyr…
1907 · PDF PAGE 251
…highest as the deep, i. 34 The ashen sky, too sick for sleep, ii. 12 The conqueror rides at last, i. 85 The constant ripple of your long white hands, i, I13 The crowns of Gods and mortals within, ii. 141 The essential features of Buddhism, ii. 244 The eternal spring is in the heart of youth, ili, 116 The Evolution of Things is thus described by - the Qabalists, i. 265 The figure of the Marquis of Glenstrae, iii. 38 The foolish bells with their discordant clang, i, 202 The fragrant gateways of the dawn, i. 204 The frosty fingers of the wind, iil…
1906 · PDF PAGE 60
54 ORACLES I felt its flesh, not clean sweet flesh of man but leprous white, and crawling with in- numerable tears like worms, and pains like a sword-severed asp, twitching, and loathlier than all mesh of hates and lusts, defiling; nor any voice it had, nor any motion, it was infinite in its own world of horror, irredeemably bad as everywhere sunlit, being this world, forget not ! being this world, this universe, the sum of all existence; so that opposing fierce resistance to the all-law, stood loves and joys, delicate girls, and beautiful stro…
1929 · PDF PAGE 345
…so many others; I simply tried to see the world through the eyes of a devout Catholic, very much as I had done with the decadent poet of White Stains, the Persian mystic of the Bagh-i-Muattar, and so on. I was, in fact, adopting another alias --- in the widest sense of the word.
1929 · PDF PAGE 73
…l spirituality is made manifest by yet another publication, which stands as a testimony of my praeterhuman innocence. The book is called White Stains and is commonly quoted by my admirers as evidence of my addiction to every kind of unmentionable vice. Asses! It is, indeed, technically, an obscene book and yet the fact that I wrote it proves the purity of my heart and the mind in the most extraordinary fashion. The facts are as follows: In the course of my reading I had come across von Krafft-Ebing's Psychopathia Sexualis. The professor tries t…
1929 · PDF PAGE 413
…da Pendragon". The hero, Edgar Rolles, meets a girl at the Taverne Panthéon (where I wrote the story) and takes her to a fight between a white man and a Negro, the latter suggested by Joe Jeannette, whom I had just seen and much admired for his physical beauty. He takes her to his studio and recognizes her as a member of the order. He proposes to put her through the ordeal of crossing the Abyss. She fails and they part. Ida meets the Negro, who loves her. Rolles and Ninon (Nina Olivier already mentioned) lunch with them. Ida takes pleasure in t…
1929 · PDF PAGE 497
…ome to grief. It had taken me all I knew to get round a certain rectangular bend against a gusty wind of uncertain temper. The river was white with foam, and what with cross currents and sudden squalls I had wondered more than once how matters would turn out. In case of capsizing it might have been no joke to scramble up the perpendicular cliffs which hemmed in the stream in many places. Once or twice, while trying to use my sail, I had just shaved upsetting. The bend once past, the breeze had steadied, and I was able to lounge luxuriously in t…
1906 · PDF PAGE 66
… Take this,” he said. ‘‘ Edit it as if it were your own: let the world know how wonderful it was.” I took the manuscript from the frail, white hand. He seemed to forget me altogether. ‘* Namo tassa Bhagavato arahato samma- sambuddhasa,”’' he murmured, turning to his little black Buddha-rupa. There was a calm like unto—might I say, an afterwards? : ‘ There is an end of joy and sorrow, Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,” he began drowsily. A shrill voice rose in a great curse. The hoarse anger of drunken harlotry snarled back. ‘*Not a dro…
1929 · PDF PAGE 41
… the path. I must have been a little light-headed from exhaustion and there was a Dantesque quality in the long climb among the blinding white patches of light and the jetty shadows. At the bottom of the pass I met a small rescue party who had just started out to look for me, and reached home about eleven o'clock. It was, in its way, a remarkable performance of a boy. Another incident is less heroic but more amusing. My tutor had invited his sister to stay a few days at the farm at Langdale. One day I took her up the Langdale Pikes and found qu…
1929 · PDF PAGE 293
…ave been only too glad to have one; but I might as well have looked for a snowball in hell. Eventually they dug up a person named Johnny White. He was the first Chinese with whom I had been in direct permanent connection; and I was highly amused to discover that his Chinese name had been Ah Sin. He had been brought up from infancy at the Wesleyan Mission at Mandalay. As a servant he had the defect that he was continually drunk on arrack and opium. As an interpreter, one, he spoke no Chinese; two, he spoke no English. It was with the utmost pain…
1929 · PDF PAGE 520
…hat God had sunk the Titanic to rebuke the presumption of the builders, of the pitifully comic worship of the weakly megalomaniac at the White House, and of the moral and mental level of such people as I met in the masonic lodges whose gambols I have described in a previous chapter. Hope died in my heart. There was not one glimmer of light on the horizon anywhere. It seemed to me an obscene mockery to be called a Magus. I must have been afflicted by "lust of result"; at least it came to this, that I felt that I could not go on with my work. On …