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Page 17 of 1031909 · PDF PAGE 133
…l walk deliberately down to the boulevard, turn east, and so I cannot possibly miss the Carrefour de l’Odéon’—out of which, as I knew of old, the Rue des Quatre Vents leads. Indeed, I remembered the carrefour from that night. I had passed through it. I remembered hesitating as to which turning to take. For, as you know, the carrefour is a triangle, one road leading from the apex, four (with two minor variations just off the carrefour) from the base. “ Following this plan, I came, sure enough, in three minutes or so into the Rue des Quatre Vents…
1922 · PDF PAGE 213
…know him to the bottom of his rotten soul.” He gave me the address. It was a magnificent house near Sloane Square. He had married a rich old woman, and lived on the fat of the land. I had met him once myself in society. He was a self-made Scot, and thought evening dress de nigeur in Paradise. Peter sent me off with a sly snigger. There was some insane idea at the back of his mind. Well, what did I care? ... Dr. McCall was a man of fifty or so, very well pre- served and very well dressed, with a gardenia in his buttonhole. He recognised me at on…
1919 · PDF PAGE 244
…ecause their tasks are different. It is to be noted that wherever team-work is necessary social toler- ance is an essential. The common soldier is invested with a uniform as well as his officer, and in any properly trained army he is taught his own canons of honour and self-respect. This feeling, more than mere discipline or the possession of weapons, makes the soldier more than a match morally for a man not so clothed in proper reverence for himself and his profession. University men who have passed through some crisis of hardship or temptatio…
1922 · PDF PAGE 198
…iting, and yet I have been itching insanely to put down that hideously ‘luxurious scene when our love broke out like an abscess. All the old fantastic features were there. They had assumed a diabolical disguise ; but my mind has been in abeyance. We shut the medical books with a shudder, and slung them out of the window into the street. A little crowd gathered ; they were picked up, and the passers-by began talking about what was to be done. We realised the rashness of our rage. The last thing was to attract attention! We pulled the frowsy old …
1904 · PDF PAGE 21
…ve used a gun, A schoolmaster a rod— A ten ace may be led of none Who reckon on the odd. And now, amid the wrack Of your position, Their old established suit comes back, With an unfettered run ;
1910 · PDF PAGE 298
…y—he was gone into the tablet. She turned, blew on the fire, that started up friendly, and threw herselfinan armchair. Idly she strummed old-fashioned simple tunes. The door opened. A jolly lad came in and shook the snow from his furs. “Been too bored, little girl?” he said cheerily, confident. “No, dear!” she said. ‘I’ve been fiddling a bit.” “Give me a kiss, Lily!” He bent down and put his lips to hers; then, as if struck by lightning, sprawled, a corpse. She looked down lazily through half-shut eyes with that smile of hers that was a snarl. …
1910 · PDF PAGE 298
…y—he was gone into the tablet. She turned, blew on the fire, that started up friendly, and threw herselfinan armchair. Idly she strummed old-fashioned simple tunes. The door opened. A jolly lad came in and shook the snow from his furs. “Been too bored, little girl?” he said cheerily, confident. “No, dear!” she said. ‘I’ve been fiddling a bit.” “Give me a kiss, Lily!” He bent down and put his lips to hers; then, as if struck by lightning, sprawled, a corpse. She looked down lazily through half-shut eyes with that smile of hers that was a snarl. …
1901 · PDF PAGE 15
FAME. IF these words were swords, and I had might From some old prophet in whose tawny hair The very breath of the Jehovah were To smite the Syrian, and to smite, and smite, And splash the sun’s face with the blood, for spite Of his downgoing, till I had made fair All glories of my master, I could bear To sink myself in the abundant night. O if these words were lightnings, and their flame Deluged the world, and drowned the seed of shame In these ill waters where alone Truth’s ark May float, where only lovers may embark, I were contented to aban…
1903 · PDF PAGE 17
VI Trutn, like old Gaul, is split in three. A lesson in anatomy, A sketch of sociology, A tale of love to end. But see! What stirs the electric flame of eyes? One word—that word. Be destiny’s Inviolate fiat rolled athwart The clouds and cobwebs of our speech, And image, integrate of thought, This ebony anthem, each to each :-— To lie, invulnerable, alone, Valkyrie and hero, in the zone, Shielded by lightnings of our wit, Guarded by fires of intellect Far on the mountain-top, elect Of all the hills divinely lit By rays of moonrise! O the moon! O…
1913 · PDF PAGE 296
…n in the course of time, and supposed lost, have been re- discovered by ourselves; without trouble we have opened all the doors of those old sanctuaries where absolute truth seemed to sleep,—always young, and always beautiful, like that princess of the childish legend, who, during a century of slumber, awaits the bridegroom whose mission it is to awaken her. After our book, there will still be mysteries, but higher and farther in the infinite depths. This publication is a light or a folly, a mystification or a monument. Read, reflect, and judge…
1913 · PDF PAGE 296
…n in the course of time, and supposed lost, have been re- discovered by ourselves; without trouble we have opened all the doors of those old sanctuaries where absolute truth seemed to sleep,—always young, and always beautiful, like that princess of the childish legend, who, during a century of slumber, awaits the bridegroom whose mission it is to awaken her. After our book, there will still be mysteries, but higher and farther in the infinite depths. This publication is a light or a folly, a mystification or a monument. Read, reflect, and judge…
1904 · PDF PAGE 36
…elied to gain my point. But not for nothing had I been trained in the School of Mines ! (I thought you were at this time but seven years old, I ven- tured. He seemed not to hear.) By pulling at her bubbies by their nipples, which were an excellent grip, I was able to start a swinging movement, whose aim the charming but unscientific girl did not suspect. In a few moments my ponderous balls were again thundering on her already weak- ened isthmus, and at the same time I was gather- ing myself, excited by the voluptuous nature of the struggle, for…
1902 · PDF PAGE 82
…l happiness in uneasiness. Hunger and thirst, in His sweet Name — Tannhauser. Ah no! I have been shown another way than yours ! I am too old in this world's weariness, 80
1910 · PDF PAGE 331
… my possession—not thrown in the fire after all!—their original account. ‘excenmne sooeese,"NIGGUMBOD.LONDONTM J.W.BENSON,L? JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS secrcntons 25.OLD BOND ST renemcons Pen Ce ~ ae Factories Luocare Hitt} -- BB Sore,= 2 Oo ee ae, ESTABLISHED 1749 LP honee te 1H Lee Clore ryt Be — eee eae mene’ aa oe oe twee Hope en Cee F reece core A ea gar «een REPT Re. Pee eer Fowee oma = * we ceeeee x Sz oro ae sere eel, ane Baran BO ocor ae Ze . ALEISTER CROWLEY. IV Y 313
1910 · PDF PAGE 331
… my possession—not thrown in the fire after all!—their original account. ‘excenmne sooeese,"NIGGUMBOD.LONDONTM J.W.BENSON,L? JEWELLERS, GOLDSMITHS, SILVERSMITHS AND WATCH & CLOCK MAKERS secrcntons 25.OLD BOND ST renemcons Pen Ce ~ ae Factories Luocare Hitt} -- BB Sore,= 2 Oo ee ae, ESTABLISHED 1749 LP honee te 1H Lee Clore ryt Be — eee eae mene’ aa oe oe twee Hope en Cee F reece core A ea gar «een REPT Re. Pee eer Fowee oma = * we ceeeee x Sz oro ae sere eel, ane Baran BO ocor ae Ze . ALEISTER CROWLEY. IV Y 313
1913 · PDF PAGE 166
… haze of dusk shines softly through The dripping trees, and the damp meadows seem A plateau as of lost desire , a dream That melts from gold to gray : a soft breeze blew Across the brow of waking night, and dew Re-bathes the earth that grows a fading gleam . The sleepy river ripples , ripples ever Betwixt the old brown wall and meadows trim ; The tideless song of Never , Never , Never Lulls the wet woods , and ever growing dim The fields are grey with mist , and slip away Into the darkness with the dying day . 147
1928 · PDF PAGE 186
… brood. You well know, Satan, fount of soul- devouring harms, I went not there to shed vain tears in dolor- ous mood, But, like a shrewd old lecher in his womans arms, To drink deep of the lures of this lewd be- hemoth, Who keeps my youth aflame with necro- mantic charms. Whether past noon youre still in bed, asth- matic, wroth And torpid, or quitting the dim haunt you inhabit, You prance in trailing veils of evenings gold-spun cloth,
1922 · PDF PAGE 184
…tition; that I have to produce something more interesting than anything they do, whoever they are. Here comes Peter Pan. He hasn’t grown old after We had a gorgeous feed at the dear old café. King Lamus came up to our table but he only said a few words. “So you got it, I see.” Cockie gave him one back. “T hate to injure your reputation as a prophet, Mr. Lamus, but it isn’t stopping when you have to stop. I’ve got it, as you say, and now, with your kind per- mission, I’m going to show you that we can stop.” Lamus changed his manner like a flash.…
1954 · PDF PAGE 16
…seous fraud by which she made herself the real if not the nominal mistress of the T.S. . .. This is the secret object of the attempt to hold the election of S. G.M. G. without due notice, to drag our holy Rite into the mire, to chain it to the chariot wheels of a Krishnamurti, to make us pandars to the antique and impotent uncleanness of a senile sodomite. Apart from the contempt exuded in this speech, there is an amusing and hypocritical element to be detected here that should not be lost in the shuffle. By his own admission Crowley was, if no…
1910 · PDF PAGE 236
…One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary part Two ghosts evoke the pastoh hark ! Dost thou remember our old ecstasy ? Why do you wish to remind me ? Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear ? No. Ah ! the fair days of joyaunce and of gree When our mouths kissed, ah kissed ! Maybe ! How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear ! Hope has gone down to Hells nadir. So in the foolish alleys they conferred, And only midnight overheard.