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guous at that, would be small comfort to our grilled widows and lacerated 
backs. 
Yet this is the political condition of England at this hour.  You invoke a 
“ casual cameldriver ” to serve your political ends and prevent me having 
eighteen wives as against four :   I prove him an imposter, and you call my 
attention to the artistic beauty of Ya Sin.  I point out that Ya Sin says nothing 
about four wives, and you say that all moral codes limit the number.  I ask you 
why all this fuss about Mohammed, in that case, and you write all my sentences 
— and your own — Qabalistically backwards, and it comes out :  “ Praise be to 
Allah for the Apostle of Allah, and for the Faith of Islam.  And the favour of 
Allah upon him, and the peace !  ” 
War, I think, if those be the terms. 
 
 
POST-SCRIPT 
 
 
War under certain conditions becomes a question of pace, and I really cannot 
give my cavalry as much work as Our Brer Rabbit would require.  On the 
appearance of his article “ Mr. Crowley and the creeds ” I signified my intention 
to reply.  It aborted his attack on me, and he has not since been heard of. 
 
In the midst of the words he was trying to say, 
In the midst of his laughter and glee, 
He has softly and suddenly vanished away—  
 
I supposed I always was a bit of a Boojum !