The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

DEAD WEIGHT Ir is with the deepest feeling that we record the passing over of our less disciple than colleague, less colleague than bosom friend, the aged saint known on earth as Arthur Edward Waite. ‘The disciple whom Crowley loved,” they called him, and Crowley himself never gave the lie to the tender nickname by forgetting the text, “Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.” However, all that is over now. The beloved disciple, full of age and saintliness, is gone to his reward. The story of his life has already been told, though, alas! inadequately, in the Eguinox and in Who's Who, but no list of his achievements is given even in What's What, or What Swat, as we used affectionately to call our premier book of reference. The Witches’ Switch has only a passing allusion. The career of Arthur Edward Waite was largely de- termined by his father’s fine perception. “Ned, my lad,” said he when the future saint was barely six years of age, “brains are not your long suit, I can see. But it doesn’t matter. If you can’t be wise, look wise!” These words sank deeply into the mind of the future saint, and only two days later, when his father handed him a work on the Integral Calculus, he looked through it in a steady professional manner, going backwards and forwards several times, knitting his brows, nodding his head and muttering, “ H’m! ingenious,” [} Also, of course, by Karma.—Ed.] 02 211