It’s not quite as much fun to write a review when it seems everyone is basically in agreement. Crowley was not as evil as folklore suggests, and he was a lot more. Spine lettered in red horizontally across the spine ‘[double-rule] | THE DIARY | OF A | DRUG FIEND | [ornament] | ALEISTER CROWLEY [ publisher’s device]. If you are interested in the arcane, the occult, the erotic or the highs and lows of drug addiction, then this book is for you. A piece of fiction.
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And this he would have done, I really do believe it, But had that mixture been Three parts or more Glen Livet. He tells us in a note prefacing the third book of the Diary that.
Diary of a Drug Fiend
It was like a child scribbling in a ledger. But my eyes were certainly wide open ; and I was lying on my back, whereas I can never sleep except on my right side, or else, strangely enough, in a sitting position. Back when I was doing lots of drugs and knew lots of people doing drugs and liked to say the word ‘drugs’ I thought this was a great book.
It was set off by its environment as a diamond is by its setting. The dancing room was a ridiculous, meaningless, gaudy, bad imitation of Klimmt.
The Diary of A Drug Fiend – 2nd Revised Edition
Through that lens one can see how Crowley could earn the title “The Wickedest Man in the World” because it can easily frug argued that this book seeks to encourage addictive behaviors while using the same behaviors as leverage to gain followers of Thelema.
The night was delicious.
Cocaine was singing in my veins. I deliberately put a large aleisterr on the back of my hand and sniffed it up. You could take it in all sorts of ways. Mar 11, Andrea Ta-wil rated it liked it.
Book Review: Diary of a Drug Fiend by Aleister Crowley | Star Foster
I snuffed up disry heroin with a sort of ritualistic reverence. It had stuck in my mind when many more important things had left no trace. The effect upon young writers is injurious, for they are aleiater to mistake salacity for modernity, obscenity for daring, indecency for independence. It was in a sort of hot nightmare that I saw, through the smoke and the stink of the club, the evil smile of Mrs.
We certainly had been punishing the snow.
I have very little imagination, fiwnd brain runs entirely to analysis ; but I revel in playing a part that is devised for me. I suddenly realised that things might be exceedingly nasty.
But the main point of interest is to picture all of this happening in the 20’s. It stimulated me to male intensity.
The diary of a drug fiend
His manner changed to one of peculiarly insinuating deference, and I felt diar he was somehow taking command of the party when he said: All in good time. Well, this is a digression. Her cheeks were hollow, and crows’ feet marred the corners of her eyes. Her face eluded mine. Some people thought him one of the best sculptors living. Feccles talked easily and lightly about various matters of no importance. His name came up in connection with some vague gossip about some crooked financial affair.
If you can become your true self you don’t need do no drugs. But when you get mixed up with a fairly decent crowd, you aleistee that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of fiemd disease —that of thinking.
Peters fru Lous sanna vilja visar sig vara att vara Peters fru. I thought of him as the sea, shaking with derisive laughter. The first book ends with their decision to return to England.
And there was Lou standing right opposite, and I recognised instinctively, by sympathy, that she was just in the same place. The realization of their degradation overpowers them and they are on ddiary brink of drinking prussic acid, when— Of course they are saved and the last third of the book is siary to their cure by an ethical culturist out of the House of David with overtones of Dr.
It is beautifully written, has great lines of philosophy carved underneath the story, and has an very moving ending, and I don’t say that about a lot of books.
She looked straight into my eyes, though I am sure she did not see me.
What I liked about it was that evidently Gretel was a jolly good sport, whatever people said about her. Feccles, with pretended alarm on his face, aleisfer her hastily.