found a new climbing companion on Beachy Head in a man named J.
S. New. We worked out the possible climbs systematically and
made a largescale map of the cliff. I ultimately contributed an
illustrated article on the subject to the Scottish
Mountaineering Journal. But with the exception of Mr. H. S.
Bullock, and one or two others who repeated a few of our climbs
and made one or two new ones, little work has been done on the
Head. Climbers generally seem to have come to the conclusion
that it was altogether too dangerous. It must be admitted that,
at any rate, it is very unpleasant. In wet weather the chalk
forms a paste which clogs the boots and makes foothold
impossible. In dry weather the dust takes possession of the eyes
and throat. But for all that, may of my happiest days have been
spent on the face.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 97.