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	<title>Going High — Cargo Example Site</title>
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		<title>Splash Page</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 23:50:03 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 1
Sanity is a CompromiseThe Earth dropped from beneath us like a
stone into blind nothingness

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I could not bear the weight of the air. Let us soar
higher, ever higher!

	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					


	
		
		
	
	
		
			
				
					Below, gray seas were tumbling. It seemed to me
(insanely enough) that their moving wrinkles were the
laughter of a very old man
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		<description>This is a true story.
It has been rewritten only so far as was necessary to conceal personalities. It is a terrible story; but it is also a story of hope and of beauty.&#38;nbsp;It reveals with startling clearness the abyss on which our civilization trembles.

Book 1
ParadisoBook 2
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		<title>Au Pays De Cocaine</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 19:04:46 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 4Au Pays De Cocaine
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London, 1927
Au Pays De Cocaine


As I said, it is a local anesthetic. It deadens any feeling which might arouse what physiologists call inhibition. One becomes absolutely reckless. One is bounding with health and bubbling with high spirits.
It is a blind excitement of so sublime a character that it is impossible to worry about anything. And yet, this excitement is singularly calm and profound. There is nothing of the suggestion of coarseness which we associate with ordinary drunkenness. The very idea of coarseness or commonness is abolished. It is like the vision of Peter in the Acts of the Apostles in which he was told, “There is nothing common or unclean.”As Blake said, “Everything that lives is holy.” Every act is a sacrament. Incidents which in the ordinary way would check one or annoy one, become merely material for joyous laughter. It is just as when you drop a tiny lump of sugar into champagne, it bubbles afresh.Well, this is a digression. But that is just what cocaine does. The sober continuity of thought is broken up. One goes off at a tangent, a fresh, fierce, fantastic tangent, on the slightest excuse. One’s sense of proportion is gone; and despite all the millions of miles that one cheerily goes out of one’s way, one never loses sight of one’s goal.

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“Im Westen nichts Neues”
All Quiet on the Western Front — Erich M. Remarque




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	“It is a remarkable fact that only very exceptional men retain their normal reasoning powers in the presence of mountains.” (Crowley)
	


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		<title>Vedere Napoli</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 18:52:41 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 8Vedere Napoli


	&#60;img width="1933" height="1933" width_o="1933" height_o="1933" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/f5a39b5463565730c711715ab3666cd7b991a5f6e1ac5e45503a548816522ac8/2.jpg" data-mid="289518" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/f5a39b5463565730c711715ab3666cd7b991a5f6e1ac5e45503a548816522ac8/2.jpg" /&#62;Over the Top
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	We had just time to get down to the Gare de Lyon for the train de luxe. A sense of infinite relief enveloped
us as we left Paris behind; and this was accompanied
with an overwhelming fatigue which in itself was
unspeakably delicious.

The moment our heads touched
the pillows we sank like young children into exquisite
deep slumber, and we woke early in the morning, exhilarated beyond all expression by the Alpine air that enlarged our lungs; that thrilled us with it keen intensity; that lifted us above the pettiness of
civilisation, exalting us to communion with the eternal;
our souls soared to the primaeval peaks that towered
above the train. 

They flowed across the limpid lakes,
they revelled with the raging Rhone.
 
	Many people have the idea that the danger of drugs
lies in the fact that one is tempted to fly to them for
refuge whenever one is a little bored or depressed or
annoyed. That is true, of course; but if it stopped there, only a small class of people would stand in real
danger.
For example, this brilliant morning, with the sun
sparkling on the snow and the water, the whole earth
ablush with his glory, the pure keen air rejoicing our
lungs; we certainly did say to ourselves, our young eyes
ablaze with love and health and happiness, that we didn’t
need any other element to make our poetry perfect.
I said this without a hint of hesitation. For one
thing, we felt like Christian when the burden of his
sins fell off his back, at getting away from Paris and
civilisation and convention and all that modern
artificiality implies.



	

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The Glitter on the Snow



	We had neither the need to get rid of any depression,&#38;nbsp;nor that to increase our already infinite intoxication;
ourselves and our love and the boundless beauty of the ever
changing landscape, a permanent perfection travelling for its pleasure through inexhaustible possibilities!
Yet almost before the words were out of our mouths,
a sly smile crept over Lou’s loveliness and kindled the
same subtly secret delight in my heart.
	She offered me a pinch of heroin with the air of
communicating some exquisitely esoteric sacrament
and I accepted it and measured her a similar dose on
my own hand as if some dim delirious desire devoured
us. 

We took it not because we needed it; but because
the act of consummation was, so to speak, an act of
religion.
	It was the very fact that it was not an act of necessity which made it an act of piety.

In the same way, I cannot say that the dose did us any particular good. It was at once a routine and a
ritual. 

It was a commemoration like the Protestant
communion, and at the same time a consecration like
the Catholic. It reminded us that we were heirs to the
royal rapture in which we were afloat. But also it
refreshed that rapture.


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The Bubble Bursts


	Lou and I, my love and I, my wife and I, we were not
merely going there; we had always been there and
should always be. For the name of the island, the
name of the house, the name of Shelley, and the name
of Lou and me, they were all one name—Love.
“The winged words with which my song would pierce

Into the heights of love’s rare universeAre chains of lead about its flight of fire,I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.”
I noticed, in fact, that our physical selves seemed
to be acting as projections of our thought. We were
both breathing rapidly and deeply. Our faces were
flushed, suffused with the sunlight splendour of our
bloods that beat time to the waltz of our love.
	Waltz? No, it was something wilder than a waltz.
The Mazurka, perhaps. No, there was something
still more savage in our souls.
I thought of the furious fandango of the gypsies of
Granada, of the fanatical frenzy of the religious Moorish
rioters chopping at themselves with little sacred axe till the blood streams down their bodies, crazily crimson
in the stabbing sunlight, and making little scabs of mire upon the torrid trampled sand.
I thought of the mcenads and Bacchus; I saw them
through the vivid eyes of Euripides and Swinburne. And still unsatisfied, I craved for stranger symbols yet. I became a Witch-Doctor presiding over a cannibal
feast, driving the yellow mob of murderers into a fiercer Comus-rout, as the maddening beat of the tom-tom
and the sinister scream of the bull-roarer destroy every human quality in the worshippers and make them
elemental energies; Valkyrie-vampires surging and
shrieking on the summit of the storm.




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		<title>Towards Madness</title>
				
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Towards Madness


I was really very extraordinary the way in which talking
to Basil or his pupils exhilarated the mind. 

I began to see why he was so distrusted and disliked. People
always pretend to want to be lifted out of themselves,
but in reality they’re terribly afraid of anything
happening to them. And Basil always strikes at the
root of one’s spiritual oak. He wants one to be oneself,
and the price of that is to abandon the false ideas that
one has of oneself. 

People like the sham teachers that
soothe them with narcotic platitudes. They dread
having to face reality in any form. That is the real
reason for persecuting prophets.

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“Rock-climbing in North Wales”George &#38;amp; Ashley Abraham
Keswick, Cumberland: G.P. Abraham
University of California



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Full Book&#38;nbsp;︎



	We got frightfully excited. It was as if a strange
force had got hold of us. It seemed to lead us all
round the house and then into the grounds.

					
We were shouting at the top of our voices.

					
Once or twice we saw a servant putting out a nose
through a chink of a door. It would always be shut
with a little squeal, and we could hear keys turning
and bolts being pushed.

					
We wanted to roar with laughter, but we had to keep on with the invocation. The book said you mustn’t
stop it while you were outside the magic room, or the
Devil could get you.
	

	The strange thing is that I don’t remember at all
what happened. Did the Devil come or not?

I don’t even remember getting back to the magic
room. I must have gone to sleep, for I’ve woken up
frightfully hungry.

					
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		<title>King Lamus Intervenes</title>
				
		<link>https://goinghigh.cargo.site/King-Lamus-Intervenes</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 19:50:20 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 14&#38;nbsp;King Lamus Intervenes


	It is only three months ago; but it seems a lifetime.
My memory is now very good, and I remember more
details of the past every day. 

I am writing this account
of the past three months, partly because my best friend
tells me that it will strengthen it if I exercise it by
putting down what has occurred in sequence. And you
know, even a month ago, I couldn't have recalled
anything at all with regard to certain periods.
	My friend tells me that memory fails me in part because nature mercifully wishes to hide from us things
which are painful. The spider-web of protective forgetfulness
is woven over the mouth of the cave which conceals the raw head and bloody bones of our misfortunes.

					
“But the greatest men,” says King Lamus, “are those that refuse to be treated like squalling children,
who insist on facing reality in every form, and tear off
ruthlessly the bandages from their own wounds.”

But I have to think very hard to write down the
incidents of the dinner at the Wisteria when Lou and
I had made up our minds to end our lives.




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	I reached out my hands for this diary. It has
relieved me to write it down in all this detail.

					I found myself on fire with passionate determination to fight H. and C. to a finish; and my hands were tied
behind my back, my feet were fettered by a chain and
ball. I wouldn’t be made to stop by that beast. We’d get it despite him.
We wouldn’t be treated like children;
we’d get as much as we wanted and we’d take it all the time, if it killed us.
	
The conflict in myself raged all the afternoon.
Cockie had gone to sleep. He snored and groaned.
He was like one’s idea of a convict. He hadn’t shaved
for two days. My own nails were black. I felt sticky
and clammy all over. I hadn’t dressed myself. I had
thrown my clothes on carelessly.Cockie woke about dinner-time. We couldn’t go down as we were. We were suddenly stung by the
realisation that we were making durselves conspicuous
in the hotel. We had a horrible fear of being foun out. They might do something. It was all the worse that we didn’t quite know what. And we felt so helpless,
almost too weak to move a finger.
	
Oh, couldn't we find some anywhere I...  
 My God! what a bit of luck. What a fool I am. There was one packet of H. in the pocket of my travelling
dress. We crawled towards each other and shared it.
After the long abstention, the effect was miraculous.
 
  
 Cockie picked himself up almost fiercely. The
desperate anguish of our necessity drove him to swift
resolute action. He sent for the barber and the waiter.
We had the maid pack our things. We paid the bill
and left our heavy trunks in the hotel, explaining that
we had been called away suddenly on business.

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		<title>In His Own Experience</title>
				
		<link>https://goinghigh.cargo.site/In-His-Own-Experience</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 01:35:24 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 3
The Voice of Virtue


Everyone interprets everything in terms of his own
experience;

If you say anything which does not touch
a precisely similar spot in another man’s brain, he
either misunderstands you, or doesn’t understand you
at all.

People think that talking is a sign of thinking. It isn’t, for the most part; 

On the contrary, it’s a mechanical dodge of the body to relieve oneself of the strain of thinking;

Just as exercising the muscles helps the body to become temporarily unconscious of its weight, its pain, its weariness, and the foreknowledge of its doom.


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		<title>Indian Summer</title>
				
		<link>https://goinghigh.cargo.site/Indian-Summer</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 19:28:21 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 2Indian Summer



We went out gritting our teeth with mingled rage and dejection. 

We walked on aimlessly in silence. A taxi offered itself. We climbed into it listlessly and
drove back here. We threw ourselves on our beds. 
The idea of lunch was disgusting. We were too weak
and too annoyed to do anything. We could not trust
ourselves to speak; we should have quarrelled. I fell into a state of sleepless agony. Our visit to the
studio had burnt itself into my mind.


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&#38;nbsp;
	
I reached out my hands for this diary. It has
relieved me to write it down in all this detail.

					I found myself on fire with passionate determination to fight H. and C. to a finish; and my hands were tied
behind my back, my feet were fettered by a chain and
ball. I wouldn’t be made to stop by that beast. We’d get it despite him.

We wouldn’t be treated like children;
we’d get as much as we wanted and we’d take it all the time, if it killed us.
	
The conflict in myself raged all the afternoon.
Cockie had gone to sleep. He snored and groaned.
He was like one’s idea of a convict. He hadn’t shaved
for two days. My own nails were black. I felt sticky
and clammy all over. I hadn’t dressed myself. I had
thrown my clothes on carelessly.Cockie woke about dinner-time. We couldn’t go down as we were. We were suddenly stung by the
realisation that we were making durselves conspicuous
in the hotel. We had a horrible fear of being foun out. They might do something. It was all the worse that we didn’t quite know what. And we felt so helpless,
almost too weak to move a finger.
	
Oh, couldn't we find some anywhere I... &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
                    
                    My God! what a bit of luck. What a fool I am.&#38;nbsp;There was one packet of H. in the pocket of my travelling
dress. We crawled towards each other and shared it.
After the long abstention, the effect was miraculous.
                    
                    
                    
                    Cockie picked himself up almost fiercely. The desperate anguish of our necessity drove him to swift
resolute action. He sent for the barber and the waiter.
We had the maid pack our things. We paid the bill
and left our heavy trunks in the hotel, explaining that
we had been called away suddenly on business.






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Underweysung der Messung
Dürer, Nürnberg, 1525



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		<title>First Aid</title>
				
		<link>https://goinghigh.cargo.site/First-Aid</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 19:27:30 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Chapter 16First Aid



	King Lamus had gone out, and Lala had only just
returned, for she was taking off her furs as I woke.

					
I had been covered with blankets. She came an took them off, and told me it was time to go and get
my things from Greek Street and take them to the&#38;nbsp;new rooms which she had engaged for us that morning.&#38;nbsp;Lou, it seemed, was already there; and had fallen
asleep again, said Lala, only a few minutes before she
left.
	When I woke, the winter sun was already high. It
streamed upon my face through the glass skylight of
the studio.
 
The sensation of waking was itself a
revelation. For months past I had been neither awake
nor asleep ; simply passing from the state of greater to
one of less unconsciousness. But this was a definite
act.

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Chapter III

The Voice of Virtue


&#60;img width="935" height="1000" width_o="935" height_o="1000" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d32033a535b933c64836ed3395032482e5abb96ec1de6298f1e73d785cd70128/OBS-Magick-ASLKJ32232.jpg" data-mid="301960" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/935/i/d32033a535b933c64836ed3395032482e5abb96ec1de6298f1e73d785cd70128/OBS-Magick-ASLKJ32232.jpg" /&#62;Chapter IV
Out of Harms Way


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The True Will


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		<title>The Glitter on the Snow</title>
				
		<link>https://goinghigh.cargo.site/The-Glitter-on-the-Snow</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 21:38:11 +0000</pubDate>

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Chapter 6
The Glitter on the Snow—


I woke to find Lou fully dressed. She was sitting on
the edge of my bed. She had taken hold of my hand,&#38;nbsp;and her face was bending over mine like a pallid flower.
She saw that I was awake, and her mouth descended
upon mine with exquisite tenderness. Her lips were soft and firm; their kiss revived me into life.

					
She was extraordinarily pale, and her gestures were
limp and languid. I realised that I was utterly
exhausted.


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“I couldn’t sleep at all,” she said, after what seemed a very long time in which I tried to pull myself
together. “My mind went running on like mad — I’ve&#38;nbsp;had a perfectly ripping time — perfectly top-hole! I
simply couldn’t get up till I remembered what that&#38;nbsp;man Feccles said about a hair of the dog. So I rolled
out of bed and crawled across to the H. and took one
little sniff, and sat on the floor till it worked. It’s&#38;nbsp;great stuff when you know the ropes. It picked me&#38;nbsp;up in a minute. So I had a bath, and got these things
on. I’m still a bit all in. You know we did overdo it,
didn’t we, Cockie?”

					
“You bet,” I said feebly. “I’m glad I’ve got a
nurse.”

“Right-o,” she said, with a queer grin. “It’s time
for your majesty’s medicine.”

					
She went over to the bureau, and brought me a&#38;nbsp;dose of heroin. The effect was surprising! I had felt
as if I couldn’t move a muscle, as if all the springs of
my nerves had given way. Yet, in two minutes, one
small sniff restored me to complete activity.


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There was in this, however, hardly any element of
joy. I was back to my normal self, but not to what
you might call good form. I was perfectly able to do
anything required, but the idea of doing it didn’t
appeal. I thought a bath and a shower would put me
right; and I certainly felt a very different man by the
time I had got my clothes on.

					
When I came back into the sitting-room, I found
Lou dancing daintily round the table. She went for
me like a bull at a gate; swept me away to the couch
and knelt at my side as I lay, while she overwhelmed
me with passionate kisses.

					
She divined that I was not in any condition to
respond.&#38;nbsp;
“You still need your nurse,” she laughed merrily,&#38;nbsp;with sparkling eyes and flashing teeth and nostrils
twitching with excitement. I saw on the tip of one
delicious little curling hair a crystal glimmer that I knew.

					
She had been out in the snowstorm!

					
My cunning twisted smile told her that I was wise
to the game.

					
“Yes,” she said excitedly, “I see how it’s done
now. You pull yourself together with H. and then
you start the buzz-wagon with C. Come along, put
in the clutch.”

					
Her hand was trembling with excitement. But on the back of it there shimmered a tiny heap of glistening
snow.

					
I sniffed it with suppressed ecstasy. I knew that it&#38;nbsp;was only a matter of seconds before I caught the contagion
of her crazy and sublime intoxication.



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