| "Flying to one? How so, Signora Veronica?" "Can you not divine that I am dying, Signor?" "I have faith, Signora, that your metempsychosis will be upward---toward the infinite.” “You are very kind, Giordano.” Her eyes seemed to shine with sudden energy. “And yet you doubt my power. Is it because I am a woman?” He shook his head. “It is only that you have not studied the hermetic texts.” “I don't need them, Signor. Let me substitute my Beast trump for your triumphant beast. I’ll cast a real spell. I’ll show you that the stellar phantasms are still there, and that they can be made corporeal.” “What is this beast trump? Let me see it, Signora.” She held up a card, turned it toward him. “The devil, see? |
| Roll Mouse over Tarot Card to see the Beastly Trump |
| "A card so powerful, so dreaded, it has been suppressed. I
have one of the few unburnt. Those who think he is an evil spirit are
mistaken. He is the epitome of all beasts, the beast-in-man and the
man-in-beast. The
Great God Pan. With this card I will unloose real beasts, not
phantasms.” "Will they devour the young, as in this image?" "Young and old, but not if the card is properly discarded." |
