Author: TomTom Date: Sep 4, 2008 18:10
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> I'm off to Scotland, and afk, for ten days or so.
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> Later.
Try a haggis hunting expedition.
Confessions of Aleister Crowley, Chapter 50:
"On April 27th, the good Tartarin, who had published a book (in the Swiss
language) on our expedition to Chogo Ri, illustrated with many admirable
photographs but not distinguished by literary quality or accuracy (in many
respects), and had lectured in Paris and other capitals on Chogo Ri, dropped
in. I was heartily glad to see him. He was the same cheerful ass as ever,
but he had got a bit of a swelled head and was extremely annoyed with me for
not leading him instantly to stalk the sinister stag, to grapple with the
grievous grouse, and to set my ferrets on the fearful pheasant. He could not
understand the game laws. Well, I'm a poet; I determined to create sport
since it did not exist. More, it should be unique.
I opened the campaign as follows. Tartarin knew the origin of the wild
buffalo of Burma. When the British destroyed the villages, their cattle
escaped the bayonet and starvation by taking to the jungle...
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