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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
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discovered until breakfast time. We repaired to the hotel and ate and drank something in a state of
suppressed nervous excitement. I confess to having been ashamed of myself. There I was, accoutred
cap-a-pie from my bonnet to my claymore, and I had nothing at stake; and yet I was nervous! We
were at the lawyer's on the stroke of eight, where we discovered that the sheriff was a mere
flourish and that all we had to do was to consent to being married, and declare that we regarded
ourselves as man and wife. A faint disgust at the prose of the proceedings induced me to elaborate
them by taking out
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my dirk and kissing it, as a pledge of my faith. I never thought of kissing her!
It then transpired that the sheriff had to have his little whack, after all, no less than an Armenian
pimp. The marriage had to be registered in his office. We were completely at a loose end. I was to
go back to Boleskine, of course, but there were some hours before the train started. She was to go
back to Strathpeffer: but --- at this moment, Gerald Kelly burst into the room, his pale face drawn
with insane passion. He was probably annoyed at his stupidity in not having realized that the
announcement of our engagement, nineteen hours earlier, had been serious. On learning that we
were already married, he aimed a violent blow at me. It missed me by about a yard. I am ashamed
to say that I could not repress a quiet smile. If he had not been out of his mind, his action would
have been truly courageous, for compared with me he was a shrimp; and while I was one of the
most athletic men in the country, his strength had been impaired by his sedentary stupor and loose
living in Paris.
When he felt better, we decided to carry out the original programme. I went off to Boleskine and
she went back to Strathpeffer. I have frequently noticed that interference with my plans ensures
their being carried out with exactitude.
In the meantime, however, Mr. Hill had arrived, panting like a parsnip robbed of its prey. He
bleated out, after a brief invocation to the Woolsack, that the marriage was illegal and must be
broken. Also may, might, would, could, should, and other auxiliary verbs. I yawned gracefully and
left them to fight it out.
Rose stuck to her guns like the game little bitch she was. Mr. Hill made the discovery that he had
not made the law, and Mrs. Kelly and Gerald that they had not make mankind. So the next move in
the game was that I dispatched Ludovic Cameron as ambassador. It was the supreme moment in his
life! I was rather annoyed at being dragged into such crazy controversy and heartily wished to hear
no more of the matter, but i had to dree my weird.
It was arranged that Rose and I should go to the sheriff and register our marriage, as we risked fine
and imprisonment if we omitted to do so. We were then to drive together to a wayside station,
where we could take our own decision as to our future proceedings. Dingwall and Strathpeffer were
of course seething with scandal. There were probably as many separate stories as there were
inhabitants; and the appearance of the laird and his bride on the platform of Dingwall might have
been the signal for a demonstration to eclipse the diamond jubilee and the relief of Mafeking.
So I returned to Strathpeffer, annoyed but amiable, had an interview with Mrs. Kelly, who played
the part of the Agčd Queen Bent Down By Sorrow to admiration, while I said all the necessary
nonsense. We then repaired to
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the sheriff's and were induced to swear the most formidable oaths; about nothing in particular, but
they apparently gratified the official instinct and filled the official coffer. Duncombe Jewell
excelled himself. The ordinary oath was not for him. He produced a formula the majesty of which
literally inhibited the normal functions of our minds. It was the finest piece of ritualistic rigmarole
that I have ever heard in my life.
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