PREFACE. 
XXIII 
circulated among the young.  There is hope there if 
anywhere.  Let me seduce the boys of England, and the 
oldsters may totter unconverted to their graves.  Then 
these boys, becoming men, may bring about the new heaven 
and the new earth.  You are not a Crowleian till you can 
say fervently “ Yes, thank God, I am an atheist.” For 
the ’ transvaluation of all values ’ must yet again take place, 
when those are all dead and damned who have forced us 
into the painful position we now occupy. 
The “ man-eating beasts because of whom we dare not 
love thee ”, once gone, we can revive the true cultus of 
the Logos ;  the chastitymongering masturbators once swept 
away, we can without reproach follow our natural inclina-
tion to purity : the lawyers and millionnaires and dema-
gogues once squelched, we can enjoy our property without 
alarm. 
Young men !  there is the enemy.  I am no coward, 
I hope ;  and believe that I may make a fairly good general 
— at least no traitor.  But without an army I am useless ; 
a Napoleon at St Helena. 
Give me my army, young men ;  and we will sweep these 
dogs into the sea. 
Those in the front rank will have the honour of getting 
killed first.