Holy, holy, holy, unto Five Hundred and Fifty Five times holy be OUR LADY of the STARS!
Holy, holy, holy, unto One Hundred and Fifty Six times holy be OUR LADY that rideth upon THE BEAST!
Holy, holy, holy, unto the Number of Times Necessary and Appropriate be OUR LADY Isis in Her Millions-of-Names, All-Mother, Genetrix-Meretrix!
Yet holier than all These to me is Laylah, night and death; for Her do I blaspheme alike the finite and the The Infinite.
So wrote not FRATER PERDURABO, but the Imp Crowley in his Name.
For forgery let him suffer Penal Servitude for Seven Years; or at least let him do Pranayama all the way home — home? nay! but to the house of the harlot whom he loveth not. For it is Laylah that he loveth...................................
And yet who knoweth which is Crowley, and which is FRATER PERDURABO?