I did not speak as ed streets, for my mind y of familiar ts and experiences; it seemed to of te naked upon a ss urning, and I unes; or begin to contemplate, , errors, desires and ambitions, alien to my orderly and careful life; and t t t some great imponderable being t ly ae fait tolerance for t personalities, ain obscure sects, because I also fixed s and principles dissolving before a pos melancation t I tremble lest it wake again and drive me from my new?found peace.
to t y terminus, it seemed to me I s eternity, but eternity ed and Mices no me o my excited mind more like a mask t t in er, and t it laug ter or less t Mices at all: Mices is dead; dead for ten, for ty years per repeating to myself. I fell at last into a feverisime to time tle tos slated roofs s, or still lake gleaming in t. I oo pre?occupied to ask ice ickets Mices aken, but I kneion of t ly I knerees o tattered beggars flying o, t . tely I sa, its dull grey broken into ches and lines.
train o go, and set out, buttoning our coats about us, for tter and violent. Mices , seeming anxious to leave me to my ts; and as promontory, I realized ion and of feelings, if indeed some mysterious c taken place in tance of my mind, for t of a teeming, fantastic inner life; and ed to a square ancient?looking s lee, set out on ted and almost deserted pier, and said it emple of tasy t t covering it e foam, as part of some indefinite and passionate life, to plunge to a nig astic terror, but t t still lay ened to t unimaginable fanaticisms, t hose grey leaping waves.
e a fely a c in an overset barrel, close to a place of inkers carts. I sa een, as ts say, for t knoers, go doo co to ts I could tering be afraid, I said, t te t you?
I and mine, or e al spirits, and ime to Artemis, or some oto some ney, unless indeed ties, t it rus for battle. Aengus, up once more temples of grey stone. t only tle, for till pass in every ttles in every t build temples again till tyrdoms and victories, and per long?foretold battle in the Black Pig.
Keeping close to t about to escape tened every moment to lift us off our feet, o tes opened it of many salt ed stair to a little room surrounded , but only of fruit, for I must submit to a tempered fast before t a book on trine and meto spend er daylig me, promising to return an exive alcal body under a s of controlled numberless legions of spirits; of Alfarabi, s into e t rance as ransformed o to live still in Arabia among tics but alcics, and because, I tle doubt, of tion to one god of ter number and of ted sense of beauty, I did notice a complete set of facsimiles of tical ings of illiam Blake, and probably because of titudes t tion and ed also many poets and prose ers of every age, but only ttle est tion to us, as a somet ts.
Presently I ap at ttle fruit upon table. I judged t s I of t for pleasure, instead of less ement of tion and a t for beauty. I asked ion concerning t getting no ans a s I must a initiation in silence. en, s bronze box on table, ligook aes and ts. So soon as I urned to t t tails over t a background, on stars, as to affirm t t of te colours, and in gold, ting against it, but in vain, as ered points of t to tals. tten upon vellum, and in beautiful clear letters, interspersed ures and illuminations, after the Splendor Soils.
t cer described udents, of Celtic descent, gave tely to tudy of alcery of tery of tery of t of Salt and Mercury. seemed a succession of accidents, but rivance of preternatural poalked toget came to t alcillation of tents of til to put off tal and put on tal. An oling among tick, and, sitting close to took up t o an Order, in trine, apparitions came and among taugeries. t on to expound so muce ted to kno tset and at considerable lengt reality of our ts, rine from rines rose. If you imagine, it said, t is at once possessed by a of its deat said, from many gods. Eros augo fas to sleeping minds; and Ate forms from o sleeping blood; and if you po cil you tiest demons, but t if your imagination e, t if you made, by a strong imagining, a dove cro flutter over your s soft cooing dreams of immortal love gatal sleep; and all divinities alike ations t all minds are continually giving birto suco on, you o make ting out a lip, s of life, or breaking tions of a body tiful s, as it of existence, folding up into a timeless ecstasy, drifting eyes, into a sleepy stillness. to t men called t c as tist could call t of tist, or if t of t ss voice and its gestures pour t upon t events descending like a faint sigo mens minds and ts and tions until s of leaves. t of tained symbols of form, and sound, and colour, and ttribution to divinities and demons, so t tiate migy or any demon, and be as pos of tears and of laughter.