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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
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really does apply pretty well the came to their infinite diversity. God help the traveller who
punishes his servants unjustly! His lack of judgment show them a weak point of which they can take
advantage to avenge themselves in a thousand ways. On the other hand, one is even more despised
if one fails to visit intentional misbehaviour with the full penalty of the law.
I was far from well. Various symptoms of malaria kept on cropping up and I was in constant pain
with pityriasis versicolor, which is a form of the
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so-called dhobi itch (a dhobi is a laundryman). One puts on clothes which seem spotlessly clean, but
they contain the spores of a fungus which grows in the axilla and the groin. This got worse and
worse. I was idiot enough to put myself in the hands of the doctor. I had the superstitious belief
that his medical degree meant something. I suffered perpetually from the irritation, increased by
walking and riding till I got on the glacier away from the doctor, when I painted it with iodine, a
supersubtle device which had never occurred to him, and cured it in twenty-four hours.
On the fourth day the ekka drivers conspired cautiously to delay us. On the fifth they appointed a
delegate to give us hell. (The arrangement was that Knowles and I should bring up the rear of the
procession to prevent any ekkas from straggling.) This man kept on making unnecessary repairs in
his harness, and finally managed to lock his wheel in that of another ekka which happened to meet
us. He was delighted to find that I made no complaint and he thought that he was going to get away
with it. His ekka and ours arrived in camp more than an hour after the rest of the party. But the
moment we were visible I jumped down, fixed my left hand in his beard (itself a blood insult),
dragged him from his ekka and lammed into him with my belt in view of the whole camp ---
apparently without any provocation.
The psychology is instructive. I knew that the man's misbehaviour was a put-up job; in beating him,
I was establishing the morale of the whole expedition. Their subtle minds understood perfectly the
essential justice of my action and applauded my perspicuity and determination. The result was that
I never had the slightest difficulties with natives in India ever afterwards and was able to practise
perfect tolerance of genuine accidents. I had forced them to respect us, which, with an Indian, is
the first step to acquiring his love. And the men soon showed themselves willing to risk their lives,
as they ignorantly thought they were being asked to do, in order to please us. Younghusband's
expedition of Yarkand cost seventeen coolies their lives, and our men were convinced that the
object of our expedition was to make a new pass to that city. Nothing I could say would persuade
them otherwise. They came and told me that they knew they were going to die on the journey and
they were quite willing to do it. They were almost disappointed when I sent them back from Camp
10!
Had I failed to understand the psychology of the ekka driver, we should have been nagged to death
by pin-pricks. On the way back, crossing the Deosai plateau, we fell in with an English lieutenant
who, after a fruitless shikar after ibex, had been worried into illness and was being deliberately
worried to death by his servants, who kept on misunderstanding his orders "accidentally on
purpose". They had found out his weak spot and had no mercy. The first business of any traveller in
any part of the world is to
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establish his moral superiority. He has to be uniformly calm, cheerful, just, perspicacious, indulgent
and inexorable. He must decline to be swindled out of the fraction of a farthing. If he once gives
way, he is done for.
I remember in my journey across China refusing to buy a few eggs when we were actually in sore
need of them, because I could not agree with the owner on the price. The sum in dispute was much
less than a ha'penny, and it was almost a matter of life and death to me; but if I had given in, I
should never have been able to buy an egg for the rest of the journey. The traveller must always
remember that his method of striking a match is accurately reported for hundreds of miles in every
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