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In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial birth, Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the Lord of the Earth. He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree,
"A black magician?I would never go so low that I would call my self a black magician,as black magic is all nonsens"
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act?Without its climax, death, what savour hathLife? an impeccable machine, exactHe paces an inane and pointless pathTo glut brute appetites, his sole contentH
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of Pan ! Io Pan . Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady ! Roaming as Bacchus, with fa
"What ever the question is,I am guilty...there is no other answer."