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; in to plate, , 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, a 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 pla tany mind, for t of a teeming, fantastier life; ao a square a?looking s lee, set out on ted and almost deserted pier, and said it emple of tasy t t c it e foam,    as part of some indefinite and passionate life,    to pluo a nig astic terror, but t t still lay eo t unimaginable fanaticisms, t hose grey leaping waves.

        e    a fely a    a barrel, close to a place    of inkers carts. I sa een, as ts say, for t kno 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 iies, t it rus for battle. Aengus,    up once more temples of grey sto 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 ope    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 ao spend er daylig me, promising to return an    exive alcal body under a s of    trolled numberless legions of spirits; of Alfarabi, s i 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 plete 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 ing 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 uro 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 iiful clear letters, interspersed ures and illuminations, after the Splendor Soils.

        t cer described udents, of Celtic dest, gave tely to tudy of alcery of tery of tery of t of Salt and Mercury.    seemed a succession of acts, 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 siderable lengt reality of our ts, rine from rines rose. If you imagi 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 imaginatio if you made, by a strong imagining, a dove cro flutter over your s soft g    dreams of immortal love gatal sleep; and all divinities alike ations t all minds are tinually 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 void its gestures pour t upos    desding 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.
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