THE EVENING POST

Swansea, Glamorgan, Wales

3 November 1932

(page 4)

The Day’s Gossip.

Aleister Crowley.

In this year of grace, Mr. Aleister Crowley had just published a book on magic—or “magick” as he calls it—full if rituals and incantations.

It is a weird production. He talks of “the wand, the cup, and the pentacle among elemental weapons; Tetragrammaton, Alhim and I.A.O. among evocative names.”

We are not so far from the times about which “The Witch”* tells us.

*—Those who see “The Witch” at the Little Theatre this week may, with feelings of gratitude that they live in an enlightened age, sigh with relief that the days of belief in witchcraft are over.

I am not so sure that, in the rural areas of Wales, the belief has quite died out. I remember being told, in my boyhood, of a farming district, not so many miles west over the Loughor River, where a farmer’s bad luck was ascribed to evil influences.