nearly down and out, when I got an introduction to the editor of
Vanity Fair, a perfectly charming man, who reminded me
not a little of Austin Harrison. He was, however, extremely
intelligent and understood his business thoroughly. In a couple
of years he had pulled the paper up from nothing to one quarter
of a million. He treated me, through some inexplicable
misunderstanding, as a human being and asked me to write for
began with an account of a baseball game as seen by a professor
from the University of Peking. This was followed up by a series
of Hokku. This is a Japanese verse form. It contains three lines
totalling seventeen syllables. I modified this by introducing
regular meter, the first line dactyl-spondee, the second line
spondee-dactyl-spondee, and the third dactyl-spondee. A Hokku
must contain a very definite finely chiselled idea or rather,
chain of ideas. Such is the strict rule, but one is allowed a
certain degree of latitude.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 766.