Aleister Crowley,
Liber Cordis Cincti Serpente
(1909)
“ All they understand not that thou and I are fashioning a boat of mother-of-pearl. We will sail down the river of Amrit even to the yew-groves of Yama, where we may rejoice exceedingly.40. The joy of men shall be our silver gleam, their woe our blue gleam—all in the mother-of-pearl.41. (The scribe was wroth thereat. He spake: O Adonai and my master, I have borne the inkhorn and the pen without pay, in order that I might search this river of Amrit, and sail thereon as one of ye. This I demand for my fee, that I partake of the echo of your kisses.) ”
