The Book of Lies

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