As the bibliophile I am I looked around and picked out a few texts I enjoyed having at home, mostly philosophy, a few I wanted to read, most notably Freud, and one quite old leather bound copy of the complete works of William Shakespeare. Quite a bargan. That night I decided that it would be prudent to piss of my dormies by reading from A Midsummer Nights Dream, my favorite play, aloud in our floor social room. Needless to say, it did not go over particularly well. For those unschooled in occultisim and demonology I must now make a note.
Words are power.
The spoken word is power. The Kabbalah, one of the most ancient forms of occult practice is based entirely on words in hebrew. By speaking one invokes and gives power, intentionally and otherwise. The following day I was sitting in the social room and noticed that the smoke off one of the ever present cigarettes on our floor was drifting up rather oddly. Similarly to the pattern it takes at the point when one can feel safe at starting a tarot reading.