The Equinox. No. VII. 10s. 6a. net.
‘*For purposes of review, it may be hazarded
roundly that the whole of the ‘Equinox’ is a
creation of the amazing Mr. Crowley. His antics
are as wild as the devil’s, he dances through its
pages like a mad magician. Itis asort of enchanted
variety entertainment. I must not fail however to
draw attention to one of the two fine plays that hap-
pen to be written in prose. ‘ The Ghouls’ is possibly
the most ghastly death-dance in English literature.
If Oscar Wilde had written it (but he could not
have) every one would know it. It is the very pith
and marrow of terror. Cynical it may be, indecent
it may be, but I defy the lord of dreams to send any
more plutonian nightmare to haunt our mortal
sleep.” —Poetry Review.
There is no more room to add all the other