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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Ill For eight years after my marriage I slept soundly. Of course I walked and talked, ate, entertained, bore three babies, and nursed them in the old-fashioned . ay ? but nevertheless I slept. I thought I was happy because ? well, oughtn't married people to be happy? I went to bed with the sun, arose with the chirp of the youngest baby: it?d wore my husband's mackintosh to market. That doesn't in the least mean that I didn't care howl looked. It means only that being a thoroughly good married woman I didn't care how I looked uiltil after the sun had reached its meridian. Then I wore an expensive tailored suit. Each winter my wardrobe acquired a new evening gown that accompanied my husband to the Opening and May Balls at our social club. In between these two main functions I was either going to have a baby, or having a baby, or getting over having a baby. Uel gave me nice diamonds and sterling silver that were safeguarded in a vault at The First National Bank. I earnestly believed that was where such things belonged. On certain dates they emerged like the ground-hog, cast their shadows on my table and on my bosom, then slunk back into their holes again. Now I make myself lovely all the time, for I have learned that Nature doesn't dress up just for Sunday How simple I was in those lusterless days Everything that I had been taught, I believed. All the fetiches and sentimentalities were my little household gods. When people were married, I never doubted them. When they were unmarried, I was convinced that they must bend every energy toward reaching that particular notch in the pattern of life. Bachelors and old maids I viewed with the deepest pity. Loyalty to my husband was based upon the belief that all married people were loyal. I bore babies because I didn't kn...
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The letters is this volume cover the eighteen months katherine Mansfield spent in England, France, and Switzerland from May 1920 to the end of 1921. It is the period of her finest stories, and when her life took its most decisive turn. There is a subtle but unmistakable change in her expectations, a new 'spiritual' insistence that is both elusive and resolute. From her Chekovian acceptance that 'they are cutting down the cherry trees' she derives a tough existential directness: 'the little boat enters the dark, fearful gulf...Nobody listens. The shadowy figure rows on. One ought to sit still and uncover one's eyes.' There is a determined push - not always successful - towards a necessary honesty, as much as to artistic achievement; while those qualities of her earlier correspondence remain undiminished - the precision and directness, the intelligence and wit, the dark incisiveness as much as sheer fun. Above all, perhaps, these letters comprise a record of very considerable courage, against increasingly adverse odds, as they approach the final years of her life.
A rigorously researched biography of the founder of modern magick, as well as a study of the occult, sexuality, Eastern religion, and more The name “Aleister Crowley” instantly conjures visions of diabolic ceremonies and orgiastic indulgences—and while the sardonic Crowley would perhaps be the last to challenge such a view, he was also much more than “the Beast,” as this authoritative biography shows. Perdurabo—entitled after the magical name Crowley chose when inducted into the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn—traces Crowley’s remarkable journey from his birth as the only son of a wealthy lay preacher to his death in a boarding house as the world’s foremost authority on magick. Along the way, he rebels against his conservative religious upbringing; befriends famous artists, writers, and philosophers (and becomes a poet himself); is attacked for his practice of “the black arts”; and teaches that science and magick can work together. While seeking to spread his infamous philosophy of, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law,” Crowley becomes one of the most notorious figures of his day. Based on Richard Kaczynski’s twenty years of research, and including previously unpublished biographical details, Perdurabo paints a memorable portrait of the man who inspired the counterculture and influenced generations of artists, punks, wiccans, and other denizens of the demimonde.
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