Chemical Wedding Page #3

and never was

a man of indecision.

On the contrary,

he is a man moved to action

by a spiritual encounter

with a ghost.

Academia's attempts

to prove otherwise

confirm that they are mere boils

- on the Bard's a**hole.

- ( students laugh )

For enlightenment,

we must look to the works

of England's

greatest living poet--

Aleister Crowley.

( whispers )

Living?

"To pee or not to pee:

that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler

in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows

of outrageous stricture,

Or take arms against

a closed urethra

And by abscission, end it?

To f***:
to come:

No more;

And, by that come,

To say we end

The cockstand

and the thousand natural lusts

That flesh is heir to.

'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished.

To f***:

To come;

To come, perchance to clap!

Ay, there's rub.

There's the chordee

That makes calamity

of so wet dreams!

There the jerks

And drops of piss."

( women screaming )

( playing classical music )

( whispering )

"England's greatest living

poet Aleister Crowley."

- Is he crazy?

- I like the haircut, though.

- Who is Aleister Crowley?

- Was. He died years ago.

He was a 1920s occultist.

He's one of the characters on

the front of the sergeant Pepper album.

He scandalized the world by practicing

an A to Z of ritual fetishes.

You know he was here at Cambridge.

I just we'd had a camera.

What a front page it would have made.

shall I write it all up?

Yeah, one of Crowley's books

is in the library.

Hold on. The university is gonna

clamp down on this big time.

They can't stop us

printing what happened.

If he's ill or having a breakdown,

it would appear totally callous.

Well, Lia can get an interview.

she could,

being teacher's pet and all that.

Teacher's pet?

Are you joking?

( mimicking stutter )

Oh, come now, Miss Robinson,

surely you've noticed

the way he looks at you.

( all laughing )

( ticking )

He's late.

- ( door opens )

- ( wind blowing )

Bother.

"Do what thou wilt

shall be the whole of the Law."

sit down, please.

Perhaps you could start by explaining

your behavior at the lecture.

In 10 years' time,

that is the only lecture that

those students will ever remember.

That's hardly an explanation,

Dr. Haddo.

Haddo resides in the abyss.

You are now addressing

the reincarnation

of Ko Hsuan,

Count Cagliostro,

Eliphas Levi.

You may refer to me

as the Beast.

Delusional behavior may impress

the undergraduates,

but it's hardly an explanation,

- Dr. Haddo.

- ldiot!

I've already told you

Haddo is in the abyss!

And save the Masonic signals,

Professor Brent,

for the promotion boards.

I am, I must admit,

a little unclear of your identity.

I suggest we suspend your classes

until you've had time

to visit a good doctor.

But I'm in excellent health.

And as it says in satan's book,

in three days my resurrection

will be complete.

I see no reason

to blaspheme a book

you clearly know

nothing about.

Oh, really?

Open it anywhere you like.

I do not intend to get involved--

No no, please. Open it.

A reading will do

nothing but good.

Genesis, 6:
4.

"ln those days the sons of God

came into the daughters of men

and they bore them children."

Am I right?

Does it say "sons of God"?

Plural?

Yes, it does.

Next?

Numbers, 31 :
7.

"They warred with the Midianites

as they had been commanded by the Lord;

They burnt the cities

and they killed the men.

They brought

their captives to Moses.

He said, 'Have you left alive

all the women?

Even those who tempted

the lsraelites

to transgress the Lord?

Therefore kill every male

among the little ones

and every woman who has

known a man intimately.

And keep for yourselves

the young girls

who have not known

a man intimately."'

These are Old Testament interprets.

Let us see the words

of our Lord

in the Gospel.

Haddo:

Are you sure?

Mark, 14:
51--

it's the homosexual rituals

in Gethsemane.

"Now a certain young man

followed Jesus

and he wore only a linen cloth

over his naked body.

And the men laid hands on him,

and he left the linen cloth

and ran from them

naked."

That's enough

of the amateur magic.

Amateur?!

I shall return in three days

and then you will be as ants

beneath my feet.

You will not succeed in threatening

this university, Dr. Haddo.

Not a threat, a promise.

That watch of mine still keeping

good time, symonds?

- What?

- Oh, it's all right.

It's not your fault.

It was that thieving

young friend of yours--

Alex.

( door opens, closes )

What the hell was

that about, symonds?

I've no idea.

But I've only ever

encountered one man

who knew the Bible like that.

( bell tolling )

Dr. Haddo.

I'd just like a comment for "Varsity."

The new age has dawned,

the Aeon of Horus.

"Do what thou wilt

shall be the whole of the Law."

Did the board suspend you?

Them?

Those cockless wonders

hiding in their darkened bedrooms

to perform the rite

of magical impregnation?

You're not advocating

sex in public, surely?

Miss Robinson, you're forgetting

your "Midsummer Night's Dream."

Puck, Robin Goodfellow--

the ancient's spring fertility rite

of dancing around

the phallic Maypole

was followed by a sexual romp.

Offspring of that

caper were known

as Robin's son.

so a very great ancestor of yours

in some past time

performed a most public sexual rite.

Um, in the lecture

you quoted Aleister Crowley

as England's greatest living poet.

Without question.

Isn't he dead?

Death is but a short sleep

to eternity.

Meaning he's not dead?

Do you believe in the resurrection

of Jesus the Nazarene?

Nazarene?

Nazarene is a mystic

who does not cut his hair.

sampson was a Nazarene.

And speaking of hair,

you have the wonderful red hair

of the Magdalene.

Perhaps your chance of immortality

will come sooner rather than later.

Ah. Here's the man

you should interview.

The man with the Lazarus touch.

Wonderful machine, Dr. Mathers.

Have we met?

Only on the astral plane.

Born in Pasadena,

schooled in Westcliff High,

first girlfriend susan, yes?

You two should get on

very well together.

His mother was a redhead--

of course you're an orphan.

He never met

his magnificent mother.

Who is that?

Dr. Haddo--

my classics tutor.

Is your mother a redhead?

I don't know.

I was adopted.

Have you been researching me?

No, it's nothing I did.

something to do with him.

Aleister Crowley.

He's dead.

Not according to Dr. Haddo.

( ticking )

Oh, I didn't hear you.

Listen to this.

"The universe is full of obscure

and subtle manifestations

of energy."

( through voice box )

Why are you reading his books?

Well, I just never noticed it before.

He's come back, hasn't he?

( switch clicking )

Hail the conquering hero.

Haddo.

How the hell did you get in here?

The lock does not exist

that can stop the Beast.

Another one of your tricks?

Oh, Victor, ye of little faith.

Hiding away,

wanking over

your paltry pictures.

Why do you not take

my laws seriously?

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