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				Comments 
				by 
				
				Aleister 
				 
				Crowley: |      In all 
				that I wrote in those six weeks, I doubt if there is a single 
				word of Anny. She was the soul of my expression, and so beyond 
                the possibility of speech; but she lifted me to heights of 
                ecstasy that I had never before consciously attained and 
                revealed to me secrets deeper than I ever deemed. I wrote things 
                that I knew not and made no mistake. My work was infinitely 
                varied, yet uniformly distinguished. I expressed the soul of 
                Moscow in a poem “The 
				City of God”, published some months afterwards in the
				English Review. It is a “hashish dream come true”. Every 
				object of sense, from the desolation of the steppes and the 
				sheer architecture of the city, to the art, attitude and 
				amusements of the people, stings one to the soul, each an 
				essential element of a supreme sacrament. At the same time, the 
				reality of all these things, using the word in its grossest 
				sense, consummates the marriage of the original antinomies which 
				exist in one’s mind between the ideal and the actual. 
				     — The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  New 
				York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Page 713. |  |