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22 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. I have magnificent And sublime and noble scheme. Listen ! I will find a woman — THE VULTURE Oh ! you dirty-minded rascal ! THE DOVE Wait a moment — I will do it. Find a virgin — if I can, And on her beget this lambkin In the image of a man. THE VULTURE That seems complicated, pigeon. We’ve the lamb begotten here. THE DOVE Yes, I know ; it seems absurd ; But in practice I am certain It will work out splendidly. THE VULTURE Well, proceed !
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THE GARDEN OF EROS. 23 THE DOVE Of course I will ; I’m accustomed to ’ proceeding’. Let the lamb grow up to manhood. Then we’ll have him whipped and tortured And eventually killed. THE VULTURE That sounds lovely. THE LAMB Do you think so ? I record my vote against it. THE DOVE Stupid ! in a day or so We will have you rise again. THE LAMB Really ! I may be a dullard ; But I cannot see the point Of this most elaborate nonsense.
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… dagger into the belly of the Greek disciple from Alexandria. The dirt comes out. To the Bystander, Say Homoousios ! PUBLIUS Surely they will While his logic is backed with such surgical skill. TWO BYSTANDERS We fly to do as you desire us. JOHN And bring me up a clean papyrus ! These chapters will make of no account The ridiculous sermon on the mount. Where was I ? With twelve aeon-chains Somewhere revolving in these brains; Synoches, teletarchs, iynges, All turning as smoothly as if on hinges :
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… : “ Fie ! Silenus — Heliorus ! ” HELIORUS I had better right to mock you, Graceless Chiron, with the quip (Girls, come close — the jest will shock you) “ Pine-tree with the drooping tip ! ” CHIRON Oh, you little toad of spite ! Come, and I will set you right. All your years of wantoness Shall not save you — much distress.
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…DY. Had never been. Yet to this keen Sight, to this sleuth-hound scent for subtle truth, The essential youth Of all things is corrupt. I will away Into the mystic palaces of Pan Hidden from day, Hidden from man, Awaiting there the coming of the Sphinx Whose genius drinks The poison of this pestilence, and saves The world from all its lords and slaves. Ho ! for his chariot-wheels that whirl afar ! His hawk’s eye flashing through the silver star ! Upon the heights his standard shall be plant Free, equal, passionate, pagan, dominant, Mystic, indom…
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…irly good general — at least no traitor. But without an army I am useless ; a Napoleon at St Helena. Give me my army, young men ; and we will sweep these dogs into the sea. Those in the front rank will have the honour of getting killed first.
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…cking their chops over the adven- tures of some dirty slut of a Princess. They scent indecency in passion beyond the marriage-tie : they will not even allow a man to be in love with his own wife. Why shouldn’t he be ? He is now and then. I happen to know it. The long and short of the whole matter is this, that there is no- thing clean but ecstasy. Whether that ecstasy is the divine spirituality of Visva- rupadarshana, or the sexual splendour of Epipsychidion, or the laughter of Catullus, all is pure and perfect. It is the vision of the God that…
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24 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. THE DOVE Well, you will. We’ll make a rule That anyone who disbelieves it Shall be strictly prosecuted — With the utmost rigour Of the majesty of law. THE LAMB And if any fool believes it — THE DOVE He shall come to live with Us. What a privilege ! THE VULTURE Provided He observe propriety, Never laugh, never dance, Never do the dreadful thing ! THE DOVE Precisely so !
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… not blame them. On the whole, too, I cannot see that I have left much unsaid in the proem — which was written long ago when I lived, as will be obvious from the style, in Paddington. I will therefore beg my readers to proceed to the same and thence to the work itself ; and leave the Bal Bullier and his Dorothy to their glad work of restoring the victim of Bri- tish stupidity — else why these miles of preface ? — weary Aleister Crowley, to his Pagan rapture.
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…who can roar with laughter at some blasphemous obscenity of his village priest while pre- serving his devotion to the deities satirized, will justly be astonished and disgusted with me. He will hardly credit that anyone can take deities so seriously as to do anyone an injury on their behalf. He is at heart a Pagan ; Mary is his mistress and Jesus his « Bambino », and he loves to play with them in the woods where the sunlight traces its faint fan-patterns among the leaves. The idea of a Jesus who objected to people playing on a Sunday — who insi…
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…r and scowl Over his head. PUBLIUS What now ? Beshrew Me, but its face is like a Jew ! YAUGH WAUGH Butch ! The game is fairly started. I will back to night and chaos. — Ha ! Hoo ! Formlessly presiding Over the ruined earth. Ga ! Ga ! Ab — ab — ab — ab — ab — He flies off. ISSA Behold ! He hath forsaken me. The doom is fixed, but my spirit is free From his loathsome company.
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…l caresses Like the murmur of the sea. HYACINTHOS Chiron, shall we dance with these Under the acacia trees ? CHIRON Yes, if Rhodon there will lend us Her red fleece — like sunset glowing, With the doubtful venture showing Where — what God shall there befriend us ? RHODON Mocker ! I shall come. Beware Lest my manhood match you there !
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…h of others affects us, except of course in the case of bereavement. Just look at your Christian when he gets his modicum of manhood. He will not take the manly way, because (a) he is afraid of hurting the modesty of the poor girl (who is simply aching for him) ; (b) he is afraid of catching some disease : (c) he might get her into trouble ; (d) what will the neighbours say ? ; (e) suppose she said no, what a fool
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…r hands, and sail back home Over the desert and over the foam. ALEXANDER And I go back to the grove of Pan. GOVINDA What is thy name ? I will proclaim Thy marvellous fame From the Gulf of Kutch to the shores of Orissa. MIRIAM I pray your Majesty, call him Issa.
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…. 27 THE DOVE Would you lend me your red star ? THE VULTURE With the greatest pleasure, pigeon ! THE DOVE I’ll be off, then. THE LAMB So will I. THE VULTURE I shall know where I can find you. THE LAMB Would you had a moment’s patience ! I had a much better scheme — One involving pigeon-pie ! THE VULTURE Butch ! be off with you. I’ll hop Up again to the tree-top. Yaugh Waugh ! That’s me ! Always at the top of the tree ! (They depart separately, yet together. The old Philosopher wakes).
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…t that from the dark Star. MIRIAM Why then, be cursed ! My belly is about to burst. The hag and the baboon come forward. THE HAG Ho ! we will lift the prudish latch. Dear apeling, hold the torches while I catch This monster. So. Dispatch ! MIRIAM God ! let it be a boy. I would enjoy His love. Who hath come forth with such keen pain Owes keener pleasure, going back again. A curse upon that Dove.
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…y cease ! Leave me with these ! CHAU Midden or maiden, we must see the birth Of thy black womb. Why do these moans disturb our mirth ? I will have thee lashed to shreds By this vile groom Unless thou quit thy prating. THE HAG Here’s pay for months of waiting. She detaches the placenta. A black old rotten wine-skin, mangy goat Patched with bat, stork, and stoat !
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…A Ifeel That we are on the brink of some strange sight. CHAU The whole event has seemed improbable. Scribes, you record this well ! Or I will have you sliced with the keen steel My cook keeps razor-sharp for salted swine. Nine thousand cuts, nine hundred cuts, And ninety cuts and nine Cut exquisitely fine, And the last slash in your guts If by an hair’s breadth your recital Obscure the true, omit the vital ! ALEXANDER Out springs the screw. Ho ! the mannikin slim and sprightly
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… whom I take the pen, since English throbs and glows Forth from its gold, like streams from sunny snows. And if I write for England, who will read ? As if, when moons of Ramazan recede, Some fatuous angel-porter should deposit His perfect wine within the privy closet ! “ What do they know, who only England know ? ” Only what England paints its face to show. Love mummied and relabelled “ chaste affection, ” And lust excused as “ natural selection.” Caligula upbraids the cruel cabby, And Nero birches choir-boys in the Abbey ; Semiramis sandpapere…
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… I’ll never have another, I’m Yaugh Waugh, Yaugh Waugh. Bow to Me, you lumpy lambkin ! Haw ! Haw ! Haw ! Now at last a wooden thing That will do my business for me. Uck ! Uck ! The morning’s carrion Bubbles in my paunch. I am belching dreadfully. What ? Uck ? Uck ? How strange ! For the windy vomit of me Shapes itself into a sorry And bedraggled pigeon. Birdie, have you got religion ? Yes, he bows most properly. Come then, let us take our counsel How to stop this sad behaviour, This gross impropriety, Irreligion — Uck ! it’s awful. Squat, then …