But who among us should make beauty his major care, a
a care that resolves to a suspect enrapture, from which
the pure spontaneously emancipate - - ?

For is not Beauty the objective of sense ?
Ancient man was fearful of his senses ; Sense is the
instrument of ultimate man.

For Mrs Israels whose senses are so rudimentary
that they fail to reach their nessecery conclusion in
the intellect, - - Beauty is sin.
She is intact of any covetousness of the lovely ;—the
pure cannot behold evil. As far as she is concerned
evil is as likely to assume the likeness of Beauty as
of anything else.

It is a useless ostracism to be pure if there is
any other to share the sacred honours, so she sur-
rounds herself with sinners for her safe-guard,; while
her quality of virtue consisting in continuous crowing,
she beats all seekers after beauty off its precincts with
the prohibitive ki-ki-ri-ki of the flustered hen
flopping the heavy wings of a spirit securely lashed
to a myopia.

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her hands in the air. The mother draws them down sharply onto her knees again; keeping herself in the picture.

It is no light task to rid ourselves of our origin in antagonistic flesh.

I was seven years old when I found my particular face,
on visiting a tailor's shop with my father. The tailor being a
friend of his, they were having a chat after business hours and the
lights were low. Before that winter evening my being alive had

So Sylvia need not say much - - -
having in British stolidity and hebrew facility, and on
the piano out - pitched the family shrill.

Mrs Israels could she be heard by her, is routed
ahead by this even obstinate insistence on sitting down
to work; her envy lain by this apparent servitude,
from (or, in) which, she is not sufficiently far -
sighted to apprehend defeat. - Anyhow - she doesn't
care much for Sylvia who reminds her of her husband;
- - but boy - - externally, how seemly for an Eng-
lish rose - - were it not for this something oppug-
nant inside.

Mrs Sraels insists on pronouncing 'the name 'Eyes - rails it' to her most distinguished way, coldly aristocratic; in vain has English orthography distinctive characteristics of it's own'; is not the woman's last word flung far beyond the confines of etymology.

An over-indulgence perhaps in personalities. But is it
not in the tender intimacy of the home of the nineties that
our little failings are better uncovered by a helpful if re-
luctant hand, than how much more ruthlessly by the stranger
should we be left, through a mistaken kindness to blazon
them later on to the great cold world.
Home being axis to the wheel of fortune,

OR for one who has no reverence for theology or thrift- would
even a blithering idiot pay attention to such stuff?

If there is a fault to find it is in her di-
plomacy; Mrs Israels too readily shows her hand.
So we have her! The child has not.

How shall Mrs Israels serve as subject for the
analysis of an epoch ? WAKEXXHAAXXEmpire WAKEXXHA
Will she not fahsify the perspective ? Were she Em -
press or blue - stocking - -

The least important of her subjects is the
microcosm of an Empire . In Mrs Israels are stirring
the dregs of unlimited power .

A⁻ psychological long - distance the most au -
gust of international conferences reduces to the essence
of an argument over a back - yard wall ; a jingo press
on the outbreak of martial hostilities is justified of a
an envious matron questioning the provenance of a neigh-
bour 's hat ; secret diplomacies unravel themselves in
the mutterings of a drunken hobo . The royal processiom
has nothing on ourselves in our sunday clothes .

Here, as no free-willed people would pander to their whims for a moment, parents are licensed to create their own population to submit to their government.

Les enfants pourris se disputent des jouets sensibles --
Children, who, springing from opposing origins, are al-
ways at the point of clash.

There is actually no room for the child animus.

Look in at a window - casually ± Whok
Here seems no battle - ground of universes deviated
from their orbits; that impact and deflect - dis-
integrate and explode.

But it is not only as the living lie that
she is isolated from, perchance as a dual convalescent
from her parent races, but akkadian, even to
more so as the impermissible jibe, the doubt
in her companions minds
that it is themselves that are prevaricating, their very
eyes that bear false witness; for at this age this mon
grel among the legitimate stock, that nowhere other than
girl - schools slops over to such uncouth disposition of
it 's flesh that it is hard even to approximate it to
the anatomist's diagram; among all this Goy is so pre
her school - mates have
eminently what they should been; does not her miniature
face with it 's boyish hair - cut present the very heir
painted let's say
of England, posed for the child Jesus, akkadian
by Gainsborough.

So at the hour of recreation she slinks in
to the kindergarten and helps the babies to play and
the head mistress to straighten things out a bit, notes
how extremely kind Goy is to little children.
And her her social converse alternates with between

Life is a fruit ever ripe for the plucking were it
not for something always getting in the way.
To Mrs Israels it is ripe now but out of reach;
To Mr Israels it is not yet ripe, but within reach
As for Mrs Israels she is convinced that she has got
it Then why these parents to grab it away from her?

For Mrs Israels it is the heart of the English
rose made manifest in duplicate within her own breast.
Clairvoyante of it's sweet - voiced scents and gentle
texture, like an actress to whom (in her cradle) have
whispered her future role to her in her cradle, she dis-
cerns her part of the British lady, than whom no one
so is sweetly averse to the realities.

locality

Is X egotism the stuff of our consistency - in that
perhaps we are held together as entities by our with -
holding from one - another ? Because it would seem that
we are of our nature , incapable of extending the dar -
ling- wish -of- the MARK - self to our similars , who
in their place are cherishing desires identical to our
own . And is it in the as yet unspanned interval
between thee and me that / the unending intershock of the
reverse of our XXXXX identities occurs ? As we

To discover the sources of the most preva -
lent ills , or the instigation of world - wide calami -
ties , it is unnecessary to look farther than out of
the back door of our own nature .

And that Mary Anne Munn a fine friend
she pretends to be teaching me to bring up my chil-
dren; setting you all against me - - She'll never darken
these doors again.

Ah the cool sanctuary of this sane old - maid of
the eighties

" I think it much safer " says Mary Maude Munn
" to wipe your dear little face with a cambric hand -
kercheif, a towel must rasp the delicacy of that flow -
er like skin ". - and if many motherly hands remain
unasked on spinsterly wrists, it is because man is a g
y good warrior whom instinct makes choose a worthy adversar

" I'm afraid Doctor that my little girl
doesn't always know what is best for her "

"Little girls must learn to defer to their wise mammas"
Smiles the Doctor to the picture - - young
mother clasping her child to her so tenderly.

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child anxiously
"No, you couldn't die, and fire hurts fearfully so that
ХАИИК you can't possibly bear it. But you'll have to
bear it - - for it will never end.

When Mary Maude Munn borrows this & messenger from
heaven to her parents all shaken and starched to make
it home with her and practice a little of that with -&
holden maternity as she conceives of it. Goy is sur-
prised as a changeling who should suddenly find itself
rightly cradled - - -

- - - yet Hell is even here, but in what different
guise. Even a child can accept it. For this майкідхм
like
maiden lady whose eyes are violets too bashful to fade
has preserved with herself an old statuette of blackened
ligaments; portraying the Devil who plays a violin to
Pagannini asleep

Goy under other circumstances might have listened
to sonatas.

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liverence from this primal alerta to the soul, of
the onslaught of monotony -

Tom - Tom

is the blow of the wind in the corpse of Time whose
entrails have been eaten out by the ants of drudgery,
whose legs have rotten off in the perpetual cadence of
pursuit - a loss the intimation of eternity, with
it's brains dashed!

3.

big creatures with whom she is involved in an enveloping plasm of un-
easiness — her central impulse is a blind pressure upon it and a
straining to emerge.

One day she stands alone in the garden — the high skies
have come gently upon her and all their steadfast light is shining
out of her self.

In illumination her knowledge is clear within her, as in her
identity with a conscious universe. She knows herself indestructable,
immune — nor is she conscious through her body but through space.

This saint's-prize — this indissoluble bliss, to be carried
like forgetfullness into the long nightmares.

lit up in the flare of one human acceptance; the dope unconsciously
radiating radio-ing his supernormal state of happiness in a
pharmaceutical Elysee are all educative.

one

We have more splendid opportunity of getting more fully in
touch with the down-and-out, they who live according to no program
feed to menu, andxara are clothed to no design, (like a system of
plants planets in irrational rotation) when compared to the routine
of a society whose parts of home and meals and raiment, fitting into
each other with the precision of a Chinese puzzle, are ensured by
what appears to the uninitiated to be an occult power,-- the annual
income. When that is invaded by that kind of
creative outsider who would seem to require to be wrecked before
he can land on the firm island of his conception when his need become
greater than his shame he sets out to borrow a little money.

While enervated by his forgetfullness
he invoked the Ever - Open Eye
to peer into his abysmal impulses
and drag them into the light

Moral, Philosophy

is the long and arduous distracted and distracting analysis

of this Good and Evil complex in Man------

I have laid bare to you your inhibition

of races of the earth

Is it unseemly to you that instantly

I presume to undo the work of the centuries ?

Mina Loy

1921

And this marriage ? It is the only thing
she has ever heard of that has any seduction. Every
magazine story leads her through breathless suspense
and physical dangers, up to it. Every novel closes
blindingly on the eve; of every play the final curtain
 descends upon it.

So marriage mysteriously arrests all uncertainty all en-
deavour, the plot - -
every dramatic

Is it the cessation of the mother's voice; the fa-
ther's calculations. Marriage must be the peace of God
that passeth understanding.

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english hearts towards her.
Goy is not nearly smart enough to catch ( OR ) KEEP
knew up with her
- she never can shift quickly enough from the role
of excommunicated fiend to that of adored daughter -
the bruitish look of misery lingers - - a tear trains
She can not slip easily enough into this arm that is
wafting itself about so lovingly' to draw her children '
to her KX - - How can Goy know that a visitor is like
a photographer who must leave with a perfect cliché.

And this child takes it for granted that all the hu-
man young alike are "on" to the bogus Mother - myth .
The- girl- who - has K - no - reverence - for - her - maker -

The falling short of pleasure transforms to a perva -
sive horror in the uncrowned participant ,
Horror breeds fear ; and in fear the devil has his ori-
gin .

Women like Mrs Israels have a horror of *that*
their girl children, these replicas of their own be -
littled flesh ; and of that horror is the devil they *
loose on them; forked perhaps with the suspicion that
'this new one may have better luck .

When you open the doors of the average
middle-class home you meet with a whiff of tepid life
and passive acceptance of conditions; an impression of static inhabitation.

But when you come into the Israels', a plethora of
furniture, everything being over large and over carved,
suggests impending removal. Satin pouffes are strewn about like bales of an oriental potentate's personal
effects on the wharf of a harbour.

The over silky surface of a seat that has no shape
gives a touch of the superfluous. Here it is a per-
vasive effect of some money having been spilt on the
furniture carpet and not even missed, causes kink visitors
in some kind of to feel they are participating in an orgy
as soon as they come in.

It is an orgy of relief.

" Ugh - - "Mrs Israels may be hissing " I'll
send you off with a flee in your ear. You vile slut

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the attitude of the Red Queen.

" Tainted blood, tainted blood, muses Mrs Israels
nipping this Trade - spawn viciously on the way to church

Prestige endorsed by a superb gesture, forged it's way all over the earth establishing the British Empire.
Nobody can walk in like like it's men, no one make such noble fuss as it's women

Elite, initiate, this national prestige takes precedent
not only of the races it has subjugated but also of
it's own mass.

Imperialism backed by an inferiority complex blocking the
popular arteries of initiative.

"A nation of shop-keepers" scoffed international envy; and Britain 'touched' exonerated herself by socially ostracising Trade. The ostrich stuck it's head in the sands of class-distinction; while they who worked the British Ideal were not permitted to lay a finger on it. Till Trade is so offended that at last it runs away.

"God is not snooked." The weak弱ness in our own administrations rebound upon us from unforseen angles, and as long as every race fosters an inferiority nerve to the quick in it's own organism, it must accept disintegration by means of it's own neurosis'.
Did not India with it's most heinous tradition of the

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might have been ' All quiet on the coloured front '.
Is France so Just ? She hounded her late allies come
to slobber over their battlefields when the franc went
down ; and when she had shooed them all out, squealed &
for them all to come back again,

Nobody cared. They came. Why? Because the King
are
latins sloppily human enough to misbehave when they
feel like it, while their neighbours look on with a sigh
of relief: that breath of fresh air.

British Prestige never, so far as I know, officially, misbehaved;
She administered irrepressibly everywhere

'You', you can never be like us - - We wont let
you in on the technique.'

A practical people finding a standard prohibitive, immediately get busy scrapping it.

France looks like becoming a successful coloniser; because when the black 'brother' comes 'home' to France - He comes into his own.

Heis treated, scrapped with, and slept with, slapped on the back; and divinest equality, taken as a matter of course.

The world in popular slogan has shrunk. Those vast races
from out - side the temporary, our friable civilization
are close upon us. Races that grew up earlier - others to
to grow up later - become an intimate interrogation to
our companionship.

The effect that this had upon May the child was really disproportionate in a mentality already stuffed with medicine and hell and duty and dentists. WHERE is the proof of whose existence was a constant ache in the head. - - Why should a few months agony in any other part of the body - - - But Guy gets to look so very ill that even others than father begin to notice. And at last when terror becomes irresistible she cedes to her elder's curiosities; and writes out a 'statement' in pencil - begging it not to be true.

This child is in horror of it's origin.

The distinction between knowing and awareness
is one of transit, to carry an awareness
through experience and experiment into the light
Life impressions are insufficient to clarity; the
racial impressions mould the longer memories and under-
standing includes the recapture of an initial recollection
This newly emerging awareness is a kind of healing

Beauty is a light that is shed by transcendence upon
visible things.

And man if dismissed from the beautiful status must
pass through that purification by which Beauty is achieved.

What is purification?

The redirective of idea.

" Mark me "blazes the Red Queen, " I leave this house for ever ! ~~& shall~~ to put myself out of my misery. God is not mocked - you'll see if you don't get your deserts ! (Sic) - Bracelets ! Handcuffs are what you require ! Oh I needn't expect anything better than a pauper's funeral, Now you've squandered all your money on a paltry lot of tuppenny ha 'penny jew - ellery for a girl who has no reverence for her maker

Murderers both of you !

Bring me my cloak and bonnet. " This is evidently

is not exorcising misfortune for the in individual
but for the race - - - his child is scarcely comfort-
ed.

The Jew is of such sensitiveness that in his
subliminal assumption of having absorbed it all, he is
often lacking in tact.

Even his friendliness is inspectional, for there is nothing in his history to suggest that his very sensibility has been inflicted on him by the sensible; so in his intercourse with the Gentile then is always the curious address of one who is picking something open to see how it works. Perhaps he is a trifle too intimate because he presumes there is no - body home.

Israel, His attitude to Goy is anomalous, because in her he is allied to his persecutor; how can he make her out? When he extends the salvation of his race to her there is something of her that is left uncovered to us to which the mantle of Jahweh does not extend.

A 'whole' daughter would fit into his mind like a digit in a sum; for in a race the individual is a block in an edifice, she ought to hold in place with a few smart blows from her father's adhvaxx reasoning.

 individual references he would litter her to look off

A girl should be this shape like an 8: the idea that

and ridicule

a nervous terror, monotony, and rags in any

but if he does not take into account; that

and suffer to the extent that she could not stop

in the signal of his advice, would upset his

The Jew has never become clear as to what he is
up against in the Christians.

- ? - The Spirit of Make - Beleif, -
- - lending them their indefinable charm.

There is nothing about the Jew that is indefinable ;
What has a mathamatician to do with Make - Beleif ?

You are right to suspect your hybrid, Israels,
Look at her heritage ! Арияхин

Goy has never seen anything beautiful except her
self - - and she is soon fed up with that face ! ! -
Being a formative accident as all beauty is, she is
only of her parents presentable features an amalgam in
which their trifling defects are reciprocally corrected,
as where Mr Israels has upper lip being too short,
and his wife's too long Goy is perfectly measured.
The Jewish sneer and the British snort, routed in
that neutrality that forbids to beauty of what ever
extraction, excessive accent.