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1922 · PDF PAGE 388

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…right gifts of wit, sympathy, and understanding. DOMENICO H, M. Anderson This is the story of a Cardinal of Rome, a member of one of the great noble families. In his youth something had happened which had thrown a shadow over his life. There are three great crises in his life, one of them due to this shadow, one to the contrast between his conscience and his ambition, and the third when, an exile in England, he falls in love. Miss Anderson shows much skill in drawing the character of this great and tragic figure.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 8

Diary of a Drug Fiend

Copyright 1922. Manufactured in Great Britain

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1922 · PDF PAGE 361

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… back in the bench in a sort of lazy triumph. Nothing bothered me now. I could see my way to solve my problem. “You must say ‘attomplish great wort. Dionysus, in a tone of dignified reproach. “Confound the Great Work!” I replied pettishly, and then became sorry for myself. I picked up my Pagan friend, took him on my knee, and began to stroke his head. He snuggled up to me delightfully. “You must excuse us,” said Hermes very seriously, “but we're all so glad.” a 92 said

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1922 · PDF PAGE 359

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…over the marvellous prospect. The refectory was set on a steep slope. The ground fell sharply away from below our feet. On the left, the great rock towered even more tremendously than on the other side; and on the right, the hills above the coast-line danced away into dim purple. In front was a strange jagged headland crowned with a fantastic cluster of rocks, and beyond this the great sea stretched away, in masses of greens and blues and violets, to where a number of volcanic islands slumbered dimly on the horizon. Basil annoyed me intensely b…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 380

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…he year so accurately what precise circumstances indicate the propriety of resorting to any drug, that in your second year you must be a great fool if you make even half a dozen mistakes. But, as the Book of the Law says, “Success is your proof.’ When you resort to such potent and dangerous expedients for increasing your natural powers, you must make sure that the end justifies the means. You're a scientific man; stick to the methods of science. Wisdom is justified of her children; and I shall be surprised if you do not discover within the next…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 121

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…so we had to wait. . I might have done it; but on the platform at Rome I was brought up with a shock. An impossible thing had happened. “Great Scot,” cried a voice from the window of a coach three ahead of our own. “ Of all the extraordinary coincidences! How are you ?” We looked up, hardly able to believe our ears. Who should it be but our friend Feccles | Well, of course, I’d rather have seen the devil himself. After all, I'd behaved to the man rather shabbily; and, incidentally, made a great fool of myself. But what surprised me on second gl…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 28

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…out with freaks. I suppose it is on the same principle as the old kings used to keep fools and dwarfs to amuse them. ‘‘Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them.” But whichever way it is, the burden is usually too heavy for their shoulders. You remember Frank Harris's story of the Ugly Duckling? If you don’t, you’d better get busy and do it. That’s really what’s so frightful in flying—the fear of oneself, the feeling that one has got out of one’s class, that all the old kindly familiar things below ha…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 232

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…rfect knight ! Yet we went through a period of a very evil character. No doubt we had to be purged of all our baser elements. There is a great sympathy between us at times, and it is not soiled by any animality. The only thing is I’m not sure whether it hasn’t been too great a strain for his mind—the process of purifi- cation. He certainly has some very queer ideas. Sometimes _ I catch him looking at me with some deep suspicion in his eyes. His mind is harping on the Germans. He broke out just now into a denunciation of Gretel Webster as a Germ…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 319

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…that even then it was famous for the ruins of forgotten civilisations. To-day, the hand of man has left ephemeral scribbles all over the great rock which dominates the city. Approaching Telepylus from the west, we were astounded when that mighty crag burst into view as the train rounded a corner. Like another Gibraltar it stood out against a background of sky twelve hundred feet above the sea. It stretched out two great paws over the city like a crouching lion playing with its prey which it was about to devour—as indeed it is. The biggest morse…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 102

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… some of his own stock anyway. He wanted me ‘in the deal if it was only for a sovereign, simply because of my luck. _ So off he ran in a great hurry. Lou and I got a car and spent the afternoon in the Bois du Boulogne. It seemed as if the cocaine had taken hold of us with new force, or else it was the addition of the heroin. We were living at the same terrific speed as on that first wild night. The intensity was even more extra- ordinary ; but we were not being carried away by it. In one sense, each hour lasted a fraction of a second, and yet, …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 187

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… woman’s name, she reminds me of those dreadful days in Naples—told us that she stole some things from a shop and went to jail. It was a great nuisance, because I had to put my clothes on and call on Mabel. Luckily, she was in and had a whole lot of it. We must have been increasing the dose very fast :, but I can’t be sure, because we don’t keep track of it or of the days either. Counting things is so despicable. One feels so degraded. Surely that’s the difference between spirit and matter. It’s bestial to be bounded. Cockie agrees with me abou…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 328

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…nd out of his sails. Cypris pressed his hand, and he brightened up again. “To what end?” he repeated boldly. “ That I may accomplish the Great Work,” replied Athena. Dionysus seemed to have got |on to his game. He retorted without the slightest hesitation. . “ Love is the law, under will.” , “ Love is the law, love under will,’’ corrected Cypris ; and the baby repeated it solemnly. : | “ Fall to,” cried Athena cheerfully, and sat down,

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1922 · PDF PAGE 233

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…write there are two beautiful people looking over my shoulder. They have been sent to watch over me and guide me, and prepare me for the great destiny which is in store for me. Here comes Peter with the waiter and a tray. I must hide this book. The secrets of the spiritual life must be kept from the profane. It’s all right. Peter is my soul-mate after all. We couldn't eat much. It’s only natural ; all base appetites have to be killed out before one is ready to go on. Peter ate very little himself; and then he said :— | “IT know why we couldn’t …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 89

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…t routine always arouse subconscious revolt in the spirit of man. It was the progressive prosperity of the Victorian age that caused the Great War. It was the reaction of the schoolboy against the abolition of adventure. This curious condition of mind possessed an eternal quality; the stream of thoughts flowed through my brain like a vast irresistible river. I felt that nothing could ever stop it, or even change the current in any important respect. My consciousness had something of the quality of a fixed star proceeding through space by right …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 346

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…a breach where one can crawl through very comfortably. Here we rejoined the climbers. “To-morrow,” said Hermes, “I shall take you up the Great Gully,” with the air of a full-fledged alpine guide. Dionysus shook his little head. ‘I don’t know if he tan det through the hole,” he lamented. | King Lamus had taken off the rope and made it into a coil by winding it around his knee and foot. We plodded painfully over very rough ground to the top of the rock. It was both exhilarating and disheartening to see the way the two boys scrambled from boulder …

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Diary of a Drug Fiend

… Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!” ‘‘ Quite so,” agreed King Lamus cheerfully. “ You'll excuse me, I know, if I ask whether you have any great experience of the effects of cocaine.” Lou glowered at him. I preferred to meet him frankly. I deliberately put a large dose on the back of my hand and sniffed it up. Before I had finished, the effect had occurred. I felt myself any man’s master. “Well, as a matter of fact,’’ I said superciliously, “ to-night’s the first time I ever took it, and it strikes me as pretty good stuff.” Lamus smiled enigmatic…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 77

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…future. I leant upon the parapet entranced. Lou's arm was around my neck. We were so still that I could feel her pulses softly beating. “Great Scott, Pendragon ! ”’ For all its suggestion of surprise, the voice was low and winsome. I looked around. Had I been asked, I should have said, no doubt, that I should have resented any disturbance ; and here was a sudden, violent, unpleasant disturbance; and it did not disturb me. There was a somewhat tentative smile on the face of the man who had spoken. I recognised him instantly, though I had not see…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 34

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…elf into art and literature. The dancing room was a ridiculous, meaningless, gaudy, bad imitation of Klimmt. Damn it all, I may not be a great flyer, but I ama fresh-air man. I detest these near-artists with their poses and their humbug and their swank. I hate shams. I found myself in a state of furious impatience before five minutes had passed. Mrs. Webster and Lou had not arrived. Ten minutes—twenty—I fell into a blind rage, drank heavily of the vile liquor with which the place was stinking, and flung myself with I don’t know what woman into …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 360

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…” They began to clap hands but checked the movement before contact and only allowed the clash to take place on the third syllable of the great cry IAO This was followed by very rapid clapping three times three, in silence. I was entirely bewildered by this demonstration, but had no opportunity to make inquiries, for Sister Cypris immediately said “ Will” with Hermes, and lunch began in the invariable silence, a silence somewhat modified by the exuberant hilarity of the entire assembly. The champagne would not account for it all. The unrestraine…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 90

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…air of the dog. So I rolled out of bed and crawled across to the H. and took one little sniff, and sat on the floor till it worked. It’s great stuff when you know the ropes. It picked me up ina minute. So I had a bath, and got these things on. I’m still a bit all in, You know we did overdo it, didn’t we, Cockie ? ”’ “You bet,” I said feebly. “I’m glad I’ve got a nurse.” “ Right-o,” she said, with a queer grin. “ It’s time for your majesty’s medicine.” She went over to the bureau, and brought me a dose of heroin. The effect was surprising! I had…

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