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… Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes 57
…co—as who should hang the Taj Mahal with fairy lamps and chintz. It is sim ple. The m ind is com pelled to fix its attention on a single thought; while the controlling power is exercised and a profound watchfulness kept up lest the thought should for a moment stray .1 The latter portion is, to m y m ind, the essential one. The work is comparable to that of an electrician who should sit for hours with h is finger on a delicately adjusted resistance-box and his eye on the spot of light of a galvanometer, charged with the duty of keeping the spot …
The True Will 345 ‘“ Confound the fellow and his eternal metaphysics,” I thought. ‘‘I haven’t the least idea,’’ I answered sharply, ‘‘ and what’s more, I’ve no time to waste on this occult stuff of yours. Don’t think I’m rude. I’m very grateful for all you’ve done for me.” Strangely enough, the memory of the last few months had just returned to my mind. Yet it was merely the background of the burning flame of thought that filled my consciousness. Basil did not answer, and as we walked down the hill together I began to explain my ideas about the…
…s Mere nature; underneath the crown Of dusky emeralds there streams A river of bliss to sluice me down With blood and tears, to drown my thought, To bring my being into naught. 69
… self, but not to what you might call good form. I was perfectly able to do anything required, but the idea of doing it didn’t appeal. I thought a bath and a shower would put me right; and I certainly felt a very different man by the time I had got my clothes on. , When I came back into the sitting-room, I found Lou dancing daintily round the table. She went for me like a bull at a gate; swept me away to the couch and knelt at my side as I lay, while she overwhelmed me with passionate kisses. She divined that I was not in any condition to respo…
…ous Huxley who says somewhere that some species or other can never develop higher powers because its brain is shut in by its carapace? I thought this too, long ago; and I went into interminable conferences with myoId friend, Professor Buckmaster; I wanted to extend brain surgery to produce the phenomena of Yoga. Also, I wondered what would happen if we wedged apart the sections of the cranium at, or shortly after, birth, so as to prevent them closing and giving the brain a chance to grow. I suspect, by the way, that something of the sort is don…
…ay, Like a spring-flower that slowly opens out Its willing petals to the tender dawn, My soul may open to the knowledge of A dawn of new thought that may lead—— Voice. To God. Ph. Hope hardly dared to name it ! 15
…l; Ever he mocks me. Yet, methinks, I have the riddle of the Sphinx. For were I keener than the lynx I should not see within my mind One thought that is not in its kind In sooth That Beast that lurks behind : And in my quest his questing seems The authentic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different From him that knows. Then be content ; Thou canst not alter the event!
…l; Ever he mocks me. Yet, methinks, I have the riddle of the Sphinx. For were I keener than the lynx I should not see within my mind One thought that is not in its kind In sooth That Beast that lurks behind : And in my quest his questing seems The authentic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different From him that knows. Then be content ; Thou canst not alter the event!
…, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death I found that God that is denied to man So long as love and thought And life avail him aught.
…an- dle, or else takes monstrous forms. Here was the overwhelming truth; in death man lives again, and lives for ever. Yet we might have thought of it; the phantasmagoria of life which throng the mind of a drowning man might have suggested something of the sort to any man with a sympathetic and active imagination. Worse even than the thoughts themselves was the apprehension of the thoughts ere they arose. Carbun- cles, boils, ulcers, cancers, there is no equivalent for these pustules of the bowels of hell, into whose seething convolutions Arthu…
…g on Sunday. But if these expedients salved his conscience, they did nothing to quell Gertrude's incipient tendency to in- dependence of thought and action. There had been a very unpleasant scene when he threw into the fire a book from Mudies (I thought one could have trusted Mudies!) called The Stolen Bacillus, which he under- stood to be of a grossly immoral tendency. (Nasty filth about free love or something, isn't it?) Theodore Bugg was not a sensitive man; excess of intuitive sympathy had not made his life a hell; but he felt that his …
…l is weary, I am old, I pass away. “Grant me this, immortal monarch, _ Such a tomb as ne’er before, Such a tomb as never after - Monarch thought or monarch saw.”
… in the Order of Things shaken, his whole soul thrown upon a novel and doubtful enterprise, and that at a moment when it might have been thought (go on, Hassan !) that Heaven itself had no more to offer him. It was one day of spring at W.nds.r. Mrs Ar- thur P...t lay in a bath of sticky sperm, not P...ts, not the K...gs ! Whose, then, you ask ? The sticky sperm of Kluckchoo, the Human Corkscrew. Fresh from his laurels at the Empire, the Hu- man Corkscrew had been commanded to appear before the K..g. If he can do that with his body, what will …
…enomous question. “‘T can’t understand it at all,’”’ she said slowly. ‘‘ She seemed very uneasy all the time she was in the bed- room. I thought she was missing her dope. If I had had any on me, I’d have given her a big jolt. Dummer Esel{ Tl never go out without it again so long as I live. I forget what excuse she made. I thought it was just camouflage to go and get her heroin.” Silence fell between us. Platt was afraid to say what he wanted tosay. I was honestly puzzled. The incident had destroyed the effect of the cocaine I had taken. (It’s e…
…t oath, and works, and studies silence, Takes his refuge in the triple jewel, Strangles all desires in their beginning, Leaves no egg of thought to hatch its serpent Thrice detested for unnatural breeding— Basilisk, to slay the maddened gazer. Thus the wise man, for no glory-guerdon, Hope of life or joy in earth or heaven, Works, rejecting all the flowers of promise Dew-lit that surround his path; but keepeth Steady all his will to one endeavour, Till the light, the might, the joy, the sorrow, Life and death and love and hate are broken : Work …
…ny positive expression of it was of necessity partial, incomplete, inadequate. The Stars are im- perfection of Night; but at least these thoughts are immeasurably faster and clearer than anything I have thought all my life. If I were ever to wake up—it seems impossible that I ever should—this entry will probably be quite un- intelligible to me. It is not written with the purpose of being intelligible or any other purpose. The idea of having a purpose at all is beneath contempt. It is the sort of thing a human being would have. How can a supreme…
…. Tannii.\user. To logic there is one reality, Words. But the commonsense of humankind By logic baffles logic, chains with Deed The lion Thought. It is a circle, friends ! All life and death and mystery ravel out Into one argument — the rounded one. The Unknown Minstrel. Count me your children their arithmetic ! Zero, the circle, grows to one, the line : Both limitless in their own way. Proceed. Two is by shape the Coptic aspirate, Life breathed, and death indrawn. And so Rounds you at last the ten, completion's self, The circle and the line. W…
…s substance of— As if life’s burden were not drear enough Or death’s deliverance not so far and slow. Our bodies almost perish, with one thought Crowned and completed, consecrate and shrined : A perfect temple of fine amber wrought, Whose shrine’s the body and whose lamp the mind. The heart is priest and sacrifice in one ; And, where it sinned or sorrowed, shall atone. 87
… patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fled the dismal tract. c 33