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The Nameless Quest in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.

“Linger, while I weave
The web of mine old agony and shame.
A little shadow of that hour of mine
Touches thy heart? Fill up the foaming wine,
And listen for a little!” [via]

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← “Yes, yes! let fancy sup That grislier banquet than old Atreus planned! Mind cannot fathom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong.” “How profound Strikes memory keen-fanged; memory, the hound That tracks me yet! a shiver takes my spine At one half-hint, the shadow of that sound.” →

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