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1929 · PDF PAGE 65

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… But even at this, there is no satisfactory {125} explanation of the appearance of the illusion. In Christianity evil is just as real as good; and so long as two opposites exist they must either be equal or there must be a third component to balance them. Now this is in itself sophistical, for the third component only exists as a make- weight; and it is pure fiction to discriminate between two things whose only function is to counterbalance a third thing. In respect of the universe of discourse involved, a proposition cannot have two contradict…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 356

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

356 {574} 1. WEH NOTE: At the time, a particularly good brand of absinthe. Pernod is still widely sold, but the wormwood has been excluded and the proof cut drasticly from the 186 proof of absinthe. say or do. He made all sorts of clumsy advances, which the girls cruelly repressed. Dorothy reproached him sadly: "Surely, Mr. Neuburg, you would not say such things to your dons' wives at Cambridge!" Baffled in this direction, he made a supreme appeal to Nina by offering her two francs and twenty- five centimes. We then went to our respective hotel…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 560

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… below the Boulevard Montparnasse near the Rotonde. I cannot let pass this occasion of expressing my affection and gratitude which these good folks have won. Their hotel has been my headquarters in Paris for over fifteen years and from the very beginning they treated me more like a son than a stranger. When people talk against the French and complain of the difficulty of getting on with them, I smile only a little at their stupidity, and all the rest at the memory of the kindness which I have received from the Bourciers. Nor is the case unique.…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 360

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…rice of silver, there was over one hundred per cent profit on each coin put into circulation. It was quite impossible to distinguish the good money from the bad, except that the coiners had thoughtlessly struck one dollar of Amadeo II, who lived so long ago that his coins should have been more worn than these were. As we approached Madrid we found the people increasingly suspicious and unwilling to accept our pesos, and in the last hundred kilometres of so it was extremely difficult to get them to take our money at all and, therefore, to get fo…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 408

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ase the camels with my own fair feet. He had a million excuses for not going on, all on a level. "The camels would {650} catch cold" --- good from the man who had left them all night in the rain! "They would slip." "They would die." "They were too hungry." --- From the man who hadn't brought food for them! "They were tired" --- and so on. But I got the party off at last and came in a couple of hours to a tomb with a coffin in it. There they sat down and refused to stir. I simply took no notice. My disciple took one camel and I took the other, a…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 295

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

295 between each is two thousand miles instead of twenty. At each village Litton was received with the utmost courtesy and goodwill; but when he disclosed his intention of proceeding northwards, it created panic. They told him that to the north were no men but devils only; accursed races of the pit whose only methods of communicating ideas were envenomed arrows, pitfalls and the poisonous fluff of the bamboo which acts more subtly than ground glass. I thought this story extraordinarily typical of human thought in general. Everyone admits that w…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 297

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… nerves trembled beneath the beatitude of innocent people swarming on every side. I have noted about this day's march, "Roads everywhere good." "Good" is a relative term. The Chinese have a proverb that a road is good for ten years and bad for ten thousand; most of the particular road I estimated at not less than eight thousand. I actually proposed to being home one bit of it; if the weight had not been prohibitive, it would have been well worthwhile. This was a slab of granite about fifteen feet long, three broad and three thick, and holes had…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 499

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…e Madeleine had her hysterics. When she tired of being not noticed, I took her back to the tent and made tea. "And that", I remarked, is good night to the visit to the vicarage. If we can mend that bundle of firewood at all, which I doubt, we can't even begin till we've got materials from Staatsburg, which means tomorrow morning!" "But I must get to my brother's!" she persisted petulantly. I gave a short, but instructive lecture on the physical geography of islands, especially insisting on the definition as a piece of land wholly surrounded by …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 152

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

152 of the Buddha, and whose virtuous lives vindicated their good faith. He had gone to Akyab on the western coast of Burma, and was living in a monastery called Lamma Sayadaw Kyoung. I thought I would drop in on him and pass the time of day; and proposed to combine with this act of fraternity the adventure of crossing the Arakan hills, the range which forms the watershed between the valley of the Irrawaddy and the sea. This journey, very short in measured miles, is reputed so deadly that it has only been accomplished by very few men. These lef…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 89

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…le adventures) with success. Arriving at Iquitos, ragged and penniless, but confident that the minister's friendship would put them on a good wicket at once, they sought the local authorities --- and learnt that their friend had been hanged a few days before, and that anyone who knew him might expect a similar solution to his troubles! The two Englishmen were thrown into prison, but broke out and bolted down the river. The hue and cry was raised; but, just as their pursuers were closing in on them, the managed to steal a fishing smack, with whi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 306

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…Rose had proved an ideally perfect companion. Since the nurse's elopement she had had no one to help her with the baby. There was also a good deal for her to do in camp. We often travelled over twelve hours a day in really trying conditions; we encountered more than a little hardship, what with fatigue, cold, lack of food and general discomfort; she never gave in, she never complained, she never failed to do more than her her share of the work and she never made a mistake. She was in a class by herself as a comrade. Even Eckenstein was not so c…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 518

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…lms as to whether I have not overstepped the limits of truth in saying that I began it. To be safe, I should be content to say I wrote a good deal of it. The lyrical faculty remained almost entirely dormant, no doubt owing to the fact that in a quarter where almost every woman attracted me intensely, I was quite unable to fix my affection on a single specimen. Perhaps also it was inhibited by the iron which was entering my soul inch by inch and being twisted in my heart by the pitiless love of the Secret Chiefs of the Order. {817} 1. WEH note: …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 181

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ion of the glacier much more radically than would be the case in the Alps. The task of picking one's way is very arduous; and there is a good deal of luck about it, for there is no means of telling whether one may not at any moment be cut off by an obstacle. For example --- the rivulets which flow openly through small channels on Swiss glaciers may here be torrents rushing through cuttings in the ice anything up to a hundred feet broad and deep. In the Alps, I remember few such places where I could not step across easily, and those few were alw…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 244

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…. Meanwhile, we had a glorious time at Boleskine. What with the salmon and the venison and my cellar, billiards and rock scrambling, the good company and the perfect summer, life passed like an ecstatic dream. In summer in the Highlands, time seems to forgive. At midnight one can sit and read in the open air even in the absence of the moon. Night is "one faint eternal eventide of gems". One of our adventures is worthy of record. It is one of the most startling incidents that I have ever known in all my experience of climbing. Beyond the Italian…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 377

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…most honest and most honourable way of getting money is to sell one's writings. Yet I still feel there is something very wrong about it. Good work is priceless and bad work is worthless. Besides, even the best writers are tempted to do their worst work by the fact that publishers, as a class, are persuaded that the public prefer rubbish. The fact is that there are hardly half a dozen writers in England today who have not sold out to the enemy. Even when their good work has been a success, Mammon grips them and whispers, "More money for more wor…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 483

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… in a huff, a sagging, shapeless suet pudding. He then sent Henry Hall, who had married a French wife and learnt courtesy. He had read a good deal of good stuff and possessed natural intelligence. I found him charming. He confirmed my diagnosis of W. T. Stead, whom he interviewed. In walking down the street, Stead broke off every minute or two to indulge in a lustful description of some passing flapper and slobber how he would like to flagellate her. Hall wrote a clever and accurate article about the evocation of Bartzabel. I dined at Cosegrave…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 54

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…t was the same thing. Christianity was the official religion with which it was convenient to comply, just as it is convenient to go to a good tailor. It was, in short, a political paganism. I don't suppose that I appreciated this fact at the time, in that way. My attitude was determined by the unquestionable beauty of ecclesiastical architecture and the comparative dignity of the ritual. But when I discovered that chapel was compulsory I immediately struck back. The junior dean halled me for not attending chapel, which I was certainly not going…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 93

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…e tore it slowly in pieces and threw them into the fire. "May I hope that you will be with us at breakfast tomorrow?" "Thank you, sir." "Good morning, Mr. Wilkinson." "Good morning, sir." I confess that it seems to me that the method of Oxford in such matters errs in two different directions. On the one hand, the undergraduate is treated as an irresponsible infant, to be dragooned into decency; and on the other, punished with a sternness which postulates that he is as accountable for his actions as a fully adult man, with comprehensive knowledg…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 255

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ticky sweat on one's body begins to evaporate and one's spirit to revive. There is a call to Chota Hazri. One steps out of the carriage. Good God! Not many miles away across the level to the east rise thickly wooded slopes, a confused tangle both of hills (as it seems) and of trees, and behind them again, still higher heights of misty purple and green. And then --- good God! Is it a mirage? Is it a phantom of hope created by courage from the chaos of nightmare? For there, above the highest hills, at an angle for which even one's experience of C…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 554

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…al, his motive had no logical link with his actions. It is therefore impossible to imagine any formula by which to judge him. So far, so good, but at least I failed to break up the complex which obsessed him. That is true, but I blame my inexperience and nowise the principles on which I proceed. I am not without excuse. Let me give one {874} example to illustrate the impossibility of guiding him or even enlightening his mind. He was anxious to do certain magical work, which forms part of the task of a Grade which he had not attained. In order t…

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