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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
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to extend this principle to other types of attachment. I have tried to set myself up against fate and
save those who were predestined to be lost, to keep on trusting people after I knew perfectly well
that they were false; and I have paid heavily for my chivalry and generosity. I still think these
defects in some way preferable to sterner sense and virtue, and yet I know that I am wrong from
every point of view. It does not do ultimate good to anyone concerned to shut one's eyes to the
facts or to try to dodge one's creditors.
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I must give an instance or two of the astounding character of my memory. It is absolutely first rate
wherever my true interests are concerned, and also first rate in a very different sense, in
elimination other things so as not to overload the mind. But ---
I think it was on returning to Boleskine from Paris after taking the Grade of 5° = 6ř that I asked
Eckenstein to join me for the ski-läufing and salmon. We left London together in a sleeper. I had
one hundred and fifty pounds in bank notes in my pocket book, which I put under my pillow. In the
morning I dressed hurriedly, still half asleep, and left the book behind. I discovered the loss a few
minutes later and shrugged my shoulders. I have always had a conviction that it is utterly useless to
look for anything that has once been lost. I made up my mind immediately to forget about it; I take
it as a matter of fact that anyone who has found anything would steal it; yet equally as a matter of
course that it would be returned to me by the finder as simply as one would hand a lady the fan she
had dropped, with no question of honesty or reward. But Eckenstein insisted on my going back to
the station immediately. We saw the station master and got permission to walk up the tracks ---
quite a long distance, hardly less than a quarter of a mile --- to the siding where the sleeper had
been shunted. The pocket book was found intact under my pillow.
Some time in 1913 or '14 Eckenstein referred to this incident and immediately noticed that I did not
catch on. He tackled me pointedly; and I denied all knowledge of the affair with the emphasis of St.
Peter! Eckenstein repeated the facts given in the above paragraph and as he did so the whole thing
cam back to me. But I would certainly have gone into the witness-box and sworn point blank that no
such thing had ever happened. Every detail was and is perfect in my memory. At this moment I can
see the car, the siding, the general appearance of the maze of lines, the lowering grey weather, the
tumbled bed, the cleaner who had just begun his work. I remember thrusting my hand under the
pillow and the exact state of emotion at finding the book, relief mingled with mild surprise and a
strong sense of shame at having made such a fool of myself in the presence of Eckenstein.
But the entire packet had been sealed up and stowed away at the back of the safe, in accordance
with the routine of the office never to allow the mind to feed upon thoughts connected with money.
I know that this seems farfetched and many people will find it entirely unintelligible; but it is the
fact.
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The ultimate secret of my life is that I really live up to my principles. I decide that it is disgraceful
to allow financial considerations to dictate my conduct; but instead of allowing this to remain a
pious opinion, I am at pains to invent a regular technique for dismissing them.
Another incident. In returning to Zapotlan we had ridden a hundred and twenty miles in the broiling
sun. I had outridden O.E., who was amazed and irritated at my power to endure heat and thirst. I
became alarmed when I found he was nowhere to be seen and rode back a good many miles,
managing (as luck would have it) to miss him in one small patch of woodland which diversified the
desert. When I reached Zapotlan I had to be lifted off my horse. We were to start the next morning,
as we were in rather a hurry to get back to Mexico City.
I woke before six o'clock and found the whole place in darkness. I opened the big gateway, fed the
horses, saddled them and then, finding that nobody was stirring, thought I would lie down on my
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