Aleister Crowley, presumably after having consumed his daily drug regimen.
4,286 words
Part 1 of 2 (Part 2 here)
“It’s when one gets to the parents that a bottomless pit opens. My dear, such a pair.”[1]
“Can we ever be certain that it was not our mother while darning our socks who began that subtle change in our minds? Read more …
Artist & Autist:
Crowley in the Light of Neville, Part 2
Neville
4,196 words
Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 here)
It is with relief that one turns to Neville’s biography; the bright Sun, soft breezes and blue ocean of the Caribbean replace the dark and soggy little Plymouth Brethren colony.[1]
Neville speaks of his father many times – itself a clue – but here is one of my favorites, and it includes much interesting material for our considerations:
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