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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
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impression of being a pure machine. Its artistic and cultured side shares the deadness of the rest. It
compares with New York rather as Manchester with London.
I called on Narnet Munroe, described in the charge sheet as a poetess. She edits a periodical called
Poetry. I am still not sure if she knew my name and my work, but she showed no interest whatever!
She was loaded to the gunwhale with a cargo of conceit. She was the standard of perfection by
which Milton and Keats might be measured in terms of their inferiority to her. Incidentally these
two were bracketed zero. The first article of her faith was that rhythm and rime were incompatible
with poetry. Her creed contained many similar dogmas, all fixed with bigoted intolerance. I got
away from this dessicated spinster and her dreary drone with alacrity.
I proceeded westward.
As I came through the desert, thus it was.
As I came through the desert ...
Chicago is the forlorn outpost of civilized man. Every mile beyond marks a lower rung on the ladder
of evolution. St Paul and Minneapolis are merely magnified markets always open. There is no life of
any kind outside business. I suppose that poor damned souls are sweating all they know to get out
somehow, somewhere.
West of the twin cities, even towns become rarer and each is more transient and inhuman than the
last. The vastness of nature and the stupendous strength of her elemental forces have cried in vain.
They move no man to wonder or admiration. He goes about his ant-like work with hurrying
intentness, incapable of seeing or hearing anything not directly bearing on the problems that
preoccupy him. Nobody reads, nobody thinks. When anyone does, they make short work of him. Not
until one crosses the Rockies is there a semblance of resurrection. The coast, in touch with the
Pacific archipelago and Asia, has caught a little of their culture.
I was warmly welcomed in Vancouver by my "Son", who had established a large and increasing Lodge
of O.T.O. They had made with their own hands admirably effective furniture and ornaments, and
they had been splendidly drilled in the Rituals. I regretted the necessity of going on so soon.
I travelled by sea via Victoria to Seattle. My principal observation is that the inhabitants of the
Pacific coast have almost everything in common; original racial differences seem to matter little; I
suppose because the great distance from the base makes them feel that they have burnt their
boats. It would be quite impossible to distinguish a British Columbian from a
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Californian, while, on the other hand, the people of the coast differ very widely from anyone east
of the Rockies. The point is important. The common psychology and common interests of the coast
tend to unite them as against the transmontane tribes. The divergence of economic aims widens
yearly. It seems certain that a time will come when the antagonisms of their neighbours will reach a
climax. Few English, even those who have travelled in the States, have any real grasp of the
geography. West of St Paul only Denver and Salt Lake City boast over a hundred thousand
inhabitants in all that weary wilderness. One thinks of Chicago as the capital of the Middle West, as
if it were half way across. In fact the distance of the two coasts is something like four to one. The
political link which joins the coast with the Middle West is very much too long to be natural; it
would have snapped long ago, but for the idealistic fancies about unity. They will have to yield to
the persistent hammering of fact. Secession is certain, sooner or later, but the conditions are so
peculiar that to forecast its form would be an insolence to fate.
The Middle West is predominantly Teutonic and Scandinavian. I found little overt sympathy with
Germany for all that. Still less, any impulse to show active sympathy. But as for going into the fight
on our side, the suggestion outraged elementary common sense. One prominent Kansas paper had a
long editorial, angrily refusing sympathy with the ideas of "those fools down east" and expressing
the hope that an air-raid on New York would teach them a much needed lesson. It was argued with
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