I image??ale to tural self or tural o copy, but I said if I found an image for myself. I knotle about myself and muc anti?self: probably t my study kno is perure made me a gregarious man, going ion, and ready to deny from fear or favour conviction, t I love proud and lonely images. daily to tons dauging lessons, I found one poem in delig of some metrical translation from Aristoper years my mind gave itself to gregarious Sudying poerranean sually in my ears??
Some feign t e, and ion and of ruin. trutinence, And conquering penance of tinous flesemplation and unudy, In years outstretce of man, May tained to sovereignty and science Over trong and secret ts .
MAalk ithis old Jew.
o ion sail alone at sunset ering as no bee?pasturing isle, Green Erebint proer, t ted, a faint meteor , And orm of terably s, and pilot t tance Fit for tter of the desired communion.
Already in Dublin, I tracted to ts because tence of t from ien?Lepage, I sa y. Presently Madame Blavatsky it time to look tter up. Certainly if ed any be in some sucting no duty to us, communing all peoples, aste, believed t suced and paid t to to ps and to men of learning?
I found Madame Blavatsky in a little Nor, as s??ty of Psyc reported on in an outer room to keep out undesirable visitors, I a long time kicking my ly I ted and found an old of old Iris ill kept ing, for sion or.
I strayed to t room and stood, in s a cuckoo clock. It ainly stopped, for ts as I stood t and cuckooed at me. I interrupted Madame Blavatsky to say. Your clock ed me.
It often s at a stranger, s in it? I said. I do not knoo kno. I back to t and break my clock. I out, I suppose, o me, Of course ss up fraudulent miracles, but a person of genius o do somet sleeps in ly tor asky explained t s for ion did you give men I ing because saken me for some man o persuade ness of th.
sa urned constantly for long visits??for s nigtle table covered antly e cimes imes unintelligible figures, but tended to mark do room a large table en a great number, sat doo tarian meal, e nature, a sort of female Dr. Joo every man or of tract idealism of t ience broke out inrailing amp; many nicknames: O you are a flapdoodle, but t and a brot devout and learned of all o me, told me t tuck on to t t t ion contained all t must be some piece of Eastern myt is not, I am certain, and t be somet or s . kept for asy and seemed to ific materialism. Once I saagonism, guided by some kind of telepation, take a form of brutal pasy. I brougo see ion, to specialists alone, ific and modern. tainly unknoo Madame Blavatsky, yet I sa once in t over time I ever sa tility, ther.
Madame Blavatsky seemed to bundle , and began complaining of s, more especially of of late er??, or set it on to be cured. I ting er came in and broug over my knee, somet imes in mediaeval medicine. Sers, and traits, ideal Indian ed by some most incompetent artist, stood upon eit, gazing to ted dining?room beyond. I noticed a curious red ligure and got up to see ure of an Indian and as I came near it sloo my seat, Madame Blavatsky said, did you see? A picture, I said. tell it to go a is already gone. So mucter, s is only clairvoyance.
is t e of you. Beware of medium s is a kind of madness; I know, for I .
I found aly t, unlike t alolerant. I o find , but expected every moment. S ttle suite of follo once in y. It contained a large family Bible. t for my maid, s! A Bible and not even anointed! said some s is to t oranges? began to frequent antly, I noticed a ainly very muc of place, penitent t ly tent angled o groo ascetic sages. t t Madame Blavatsky o call tent before o speak after t it is necessary to crusure; you sity in act and t. Initiation is granted only to tirely ce, and so to run on for some time. er some minutes in t ve style, tent standing crus permit you more te sincere, but t t nottered but master tions tle importance. One young man filled ion; for s t tled gloom came from ity. I omed to interrupt long periods of asceticism, in ables and drink er, breaks of break ion of ty ical r s and street lamps, and to ime. I said to t did you say to one anot t telling comic stories and laug deal. torn bety and visionary ambition, devout of all, and told me t in t en tle astral bell er called tention, and t, alt made t I found ing in to s of entrance on some nige, and as I passed o my ear, Madame Blavatsky is per a real all. t tlefield. S moods, botreme activity, but one calm and p nigions upon em; and as I look back after ty years I often ask myself as omatic? as s, in every rance medium, or in some similar state? In tasy and inconsequent raillery. t is triangle like all true religion, I recall a triangle on t disappear in meaningless scribbles it spread out and became a bramble?bus all out except one straigurned it into a broomstick arid t is Protestantism. And so it ural, and Laurence Olip records some tack upon , or upon once, of Alfred de Musset, oget all in to overo and pity to t noy t to o t, after some en, I e, e, e as tees, en and to turn every doctrine into a neion for tanical convictions of torian c t talk. One American said to me, S famous ting in a big cting us to talk. talked and sience, and totted up o listen, but sometimes sen no more. talked perpetually of til Madame Blavatsky stopped very careful you ain Salvation Army captain probably pleased ion. arving in treets and ill pertle lig o ignorant men, icism, till I met a man Garden to some croreet. My friends, ake a pretty big pill to get t out.