XIII -- Death
... all Acts of Love contain Pure Joy.  Die daily. - _Book of Thoth_

Crowley's admirers, of course, claim that he was engaged in one of his manic
jokes when he boasted of performing human sacrifice 150 times a year;  he
was not joking at all, as we shall see.

Even his bitterest critics (except Rev. Montague Sumners, who was capable of
believing anything) admit that it's unlikely that a man whose every move was
watched by newspapers and police could polish off 150 victims a year without
getting caught; but they are, most of them, not above adding that this
ghastly jest indicates the perversity of his mind, and, after all (summoning
those great and reliable witnesses, Rumor and Slander) there was some talk
about Sicilian infants disappearing mysteriously when he was running his
Abbey of Thelema there...

We have got to come to a definitive conclusion about this matter or we will
never grasp the meaning of his life, the value of his Magick, the cause of
his vilification, or the true meaning of the Knowledge and Conversation of
the Holy Guardian Angel.