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…. I began to set my ideas in order. Returned again to Calcutta. One day I went over to Kalighat and sacrificed a goat to a goddess. That night I was sitting alone reading. She appeared to me and inspired me to write a poem to her. I quote the first two stanzas: {452} KALI
…gh every possible stage, and the conclu‐ sion is despair. This card has been very adequately drawn by Thomson in “The City of Dread‐ ful Night”. It is always a cathedral—a cathedral of the damned. There is the acrimonious taint of analysis; activity is inherent in the mind, yet there is always the instinctive consciousness that nothing can lead anywhere. The Nine of Disks is called Gain. The suit of Disks is much too dull to care; it reckons up its winnings; it does not worry its head about whether anything is won when all is won. This card is …
…lessness and folly.”—Manchester Guardian. . We began to be suspicious of him, Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand.. . . This clever book.”—Academy. “A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a com- mand of richly adorned language . . . have already assured for the author a prominent place amongst present-day poets... . An enthusiastic devotion to classic song. . . sustained metrical charm. From first to last the poet’s workis an important …
…ntangled doom.” He paused, sighing, then continued— ‘* To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love, and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contem- plates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent : This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful, and free: This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Vic- tory,” 3 The last phrase pealed trumpet-wise: he sank back into thought. ‘‘ Yes,” he said slowly, ‘‘ …
…d folly.” —Aanchester Guardian. “.. . We began to be suspicious of him, . . . Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand. . '.'. ‘This clever book.”—Academy. “A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a command of richly adorned language . . . have already assured for the author a prominent place amongst present-day poets. . . . Anenthusiastic devotion to classic song . . . sustained metrical charm, From first to last the poet's work is an import…
…d folly.” —Aanchester Guardian. “.. . We began to be suspicious of him, . . . Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand. . '.'. ‘This clever book.”—Academy. “A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a command of richly adorned language . . . have already assured for the author a prominent place amongst present-day poets. . . . Anenthusiastic devotion to classic song . . . sustained metrical charm, From first to last the poet's work is an import…
…t the guides in the outlying groups must be very poor examples. I engaged two other guides and started for the K"nigspitze, spending the night in a hut. In the morning the guides were drunk and unwilling to start, making absurd excuses about the weather. I had not sufficient self- confidence to tackle the K"nigspitze by myself; but I dismissed them, made a solitary ascent of the Eisseespitze, and thought the matter over. I was utterly disgusted and decided to learn ice and snowcraft by myself, as I had with rocks. A few days later I went out al…
…s in the bottle inscribed TRINC. ethics. Self-sacrifice is a romantic folly; death does not end life; it is a temporary phase of life as night and winter are of terrestrial activity. Many other conceptions are implied in this word, Thelema. In particular, each individual is conceived as the centre of his own universe, his essential nature determining his relations with similar beings and his proper course of action. It is obvious that these ideas are revolutionary. Yet to oppose them is to blaspheme science. Already, in a
…back to the gross sun of earth. And if the sun hath become a beetle, m ay the beetle tr ansform unto a bird.” Wherewith he came to land. Night shone by lamp of wining moon upon a misty land- scape. Two paths led him to two towers; and jackals howled on either. Now the jackal he knew; and the tower he knew not y et. Not two would he conquer—that were easy : to victory over one did he aspire. Made he therefore toward the m oon. Rough was the hillside and the shadows deep and treacherous ; as he advanced the towers seemed to approach one another c…
…gauche, void; deep, dark. God's Ghost stirred sea, God said ‘ Light!" "Twas. ‘Saw light, Good, split off dark, call’d light ‘day,’ dark ‘night.’ Eve, Morn, day I. ‘Said, ‘‘’Twixt wets be air, split wets !"’ ‘Madeair, split wets ‘neath air, wets top air; so. Call’d air ‘heav'n.’ Eve, morn, day II. ‘Said, ‘* Low wets, Cling close, show earth.” So. ‘Call’d dry ‘earth,’ wet ‘sea.’ Rubbed hands, smacked lips, said ‘ good.’ [Here John was seized By order of Augustus. He maintained, In spite of the imperial holograph, ‘My seizer must be Caesar,” with …
…e very dreariness and desolation. There was a hint of the curious horror that emptiness always evokes, whether it is a space of starless night or a bleak and barren waste of land. The one exception is the Sahara Desert where, for some reason that I cannot name, the suggestion is not in the least of vacancy and barrenness, but rather of some subtle and secret spring of life. {501} Vancouver presents no interest to the casual visitor. It is severely Scotch. Its beauties lie in its surroundings. I was very disappointed with the Rockies, of which I…
…and folly.” —Afanchester Guardian. Le We began to be suspicious of him. . . . Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand. . . . This clever book.” —Academy. “*A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a command ot richly adorned language . . . have already assured for the authora prominent place amongst present-day poets. . . . Anenthusiastic devotion to classic song . . . sustained metrical charm. From first to last the poet's work is an importa…
…and folly.” —Afanchester Guardian. Le We began to be suspicious of him. . . . Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand. . . . This clever book.” —Academy. “*A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a command ot richly adorned language . . . have already assured for the authora prominent place amongst present-day poets. . . . Anenthusiastic devotion to classic song . . . sustained metrical charm. From first to last the poet's work is an importa…
…Althoea Gyles, the publisher is Leonard Smithers. The demons connected with Abra-Melin do not wait to be evoked; they come unsought. One night Jones and I went out to dinner. I noticed on leaving the white temple that the latch of its Yale lock had not caught. Accordingly, I pulled the door to and tested it. As we went out, we noticed semi- solid shadows on the stairs; the whole atmosphere was vibrating with the forces which we had been using. (We were trying to condense them into sensible images.) When we came back, nothing had been disturbed …
…ross the Baltic, amid the archipelago is sovereign above any of these. There is no single ripple on the sea, no stirring in the air; the night is indistinguishable from the day, for neither suffers interruption; the steamer skins the surface of the sea as swift and silent as a swallow. One cannot even hear the engines, so utterly does their rhythm interpenetrate the totality of experience. There is a sense of floating in fairyland. One forgets the land whence one has come; one has no vision of the coast to which one is speeding. It seems imposs…
…ess the eyes: the brow bereft of sense, ill, 122 Shall beauty avail thee, Carytid, crouched, iil, 112 She dared not come into my room to-night, il. 73 She grew most fearful, 1. 73 She lay within the water, 1. 7 She sits and screams above the folk of peace, ili, T19 She was more graceful than the royal palm, li. 65 Show by thy magic art, ill. 168 Sibyl says nothing—she’s a Sphinx ! iii. 19 Sidonia the Sorceress! I revel in her amber skin, i, 178 Sing, happy nightingale, sing, i. 124 Sing, little bird, it is dawn, i. 14 Six days. Creation took no…
…o Pu Pa'o, a long stage rendered unpleasant towards the end by threatening rain, which carried out its fell designs in the course of the night. For the first time we experienced native curiosity in wholesale form. We had been recommended to avoid this by secretiveness. This strange wild beast, a white woman, was to be camouflaged in Chinese clothes and bundled out of sight as soon as possible. I adopted exactly opposite tactics. I said to the people, "Come and see, enlarge your minds, increase your experience, take the fullest advantage of this…
…sensation in crossing both this river and the Salween. I can only describe it by saying that I seemed to be aware of the genius loci. At night, the wild beauty of the scenery was further enhanced. A house in the adjacent fields, several acres in extent, caught fire. This warm glow in the midst of the cold vastness of the plateau and the stars was very weird; and the silhouettes of
… and believe in what I hate to call psychic phenomena, at least to the extent of fancying they see fairies or being scared of "bugges by night". But I, although consciously engaged in the battle with "principalities and powers", never had the slightest hallucination of sense or any tendency to imagine things ghostly. I might have had an ambition to see the devil and talk things over with him, but I should have expected such communication to be either perfectly material or perfectly intellectual. I had no idea of nuances. When I eventually learn…
…ruly conservative. From Pamplona it is three days' easy walking to Logrono. We left our hotel after dinner and walked in the cool of the night about ten kilometres to a place which we christened "Bats' Culvert" in honour of our shelter. It was big enough almost to be called a tunnel. Delightfully warm and dry, I do not blame the bats for their choice of habitation. The road to Logrono is very varied and picturesque. In particular there is one fine rock peak which reminded me of Tryfan. We found the days terribly hot and dusty. In order to test …