The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE DAUGHTER OF THE HORSELEECH A FABLE Tria sunt insaturabilia, et quartum, quod nunquam dicit : Sufficit. Infernus, et os vulvae. . . . —Prov. xxx. 16. Tue Great White Spirit stretched Himself and yawned. He had done an honest six days’ work if ever a man did; yet in such physical training was He from His lengthy “cure” in that fashionable Spa Pralaya that he was not in the least fatigued. It was the Loi du Répos Hebdomadaire that had made Him throw down His tools. “ Anyway, the job’s finished!” He said, looking round Him complacently. Even His critical eye assured Him that it was very good. And indeed it must be admitted that He had every right to crow. With no better basis than the Metaphysical Absolute of the Qabalists he had unthinkably but efficiently formulated Infinite Space, filled the said Space with Infinite Light, con- centrated the Light into a Smooth-pointed Whitehead (not the torpedo) and emanated Himself as four hundred successive intelligences all the way from Risha Qadisha in Atziluth down to where intelligence ends, and England begins. IV ° 201