Diana Finch: … the ladies scorn me
into a prideful contumely with blades and razors my soul... turning
my soul itself into a razor-blade which bleeds tears of blood... I am
a singult tear of blood and this blood CUTS... my blood cuts like a
razor.. and I am someday going to be guilty of murder.. for I will
someday.. transform.. transmute .. like alchemy.. into .. a phantom..
Diana Finch: For Raskolnikov became a
phantom... and when Raskolnikov became a phantom he murdered and
frightened a woman.. frightened a woman into self-mortifying fear...
and Raskolnikov could not be believe.. he'd... DONE that?... and I
know I am destined to .. become.. that Raskolnikov.. who'd DONE
that...
Diana Finch: .. and I like Raskolnikov
am a self-mutilating phantom.. and it was a sense that when you have
become a self-mutilating phantom, there is no pity in you .. for you
are surrounded by cancers.. cancers which are voices in the air.. but
the thing about Raskolnikov is that unlike other phantoms .. who are
surrounded by cancers in the air which are voice in the air..
predatory voices in the air which are cancers.. cancers in the air..
Raskolnikov when he had physically transmuted transformed physically
into a phantom.. when the murder occurred.. when Raskolnikov had
transformed into a phantom.. he was surrounded only by .. silence..
silence.. silence.. their were no cancers in the air when Raskolnikov
was a phantom... and that is the phantom I shall become when it
happens.. phantom raskolnikov... Aleister Crowley's .. Diana.. silent
huntress of the forest...
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