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The Alchemist, v. 1, issue 5, February 1941
Page 9
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Notes on Devil-Worship 9 ion [congregation], blesses them in a gesture with his left hand; the choir boys tinkle prayer-bells; As if, on a signal, the women fall, writhing, to the carpet. One throws herself prone, waving her legs in the air as if transformed into a mechanical toy; another clucks relentlessly; another lolls her head backward and from side to side, tearing open her bodice and clawing her breasts. Clothing and skirts are rent, hair torn, women drool blood from chewed lips and tongues. The priest contemplates the bestialized Christ surmounting the tabernacle and, with arms spread before him, renews his vituperations with obscene taunts and insults. One of the boys kneels before him with his back toward the altar. A shudder runs along the priest's spine; in a solemn voice he declares; hoc est enim e rpus meum, and performs the befouling ritual, then turns, appearing tumefied before the congregation, swimming in perspiration. The two choir boys now raise the chasuble, exposing the canon's belly as the congregation howls in sensate glee. Now the boys sprinkle holy water on the pontiff's nakedness, and the women rush forward, falling upon the desecrated Eucharist, groveling before the altar as they claw particles from the humid bread and eat. A girl near the wall is in a fit of convulsions; she frothes at the mouth, weeping, and spitting out blasphemies. The priest chews up sacramental wafers, spitting them out upon the floor as the women grind them underfoot, howling and trampling over each other in their eagerness to sieze [seize] upon a remnant and pollute it. The place becomes a madhouse of prostitutes and maniacs. The boys sieze [seize] upon the men and fall to the floor, while the women shred the remn-
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Notes on Devil-Worship 9 ion [congregation], blesses them in a gesture with his left hand; the choir boys tinkle prayer-bells; As if, on a signal, the women fall, writhing, to the carpet. One throws herself prone, waving her legs in the air as if transformed into a mechanical toy; another clucks relentlessly; another lolls her head backward and from side to side, tearing open her bodice and clawing her breasts. Clothing and skirts are rent, hair torn, women drool blood from chewed lips and tongues. The priest contemplates the bestialized Christ surmounting the tabernacle and, with arms spread before him, renews his vituperations with obscene taunts and insults. One of the boys kneels before him with his back toward the altar. A shudder runs along the priest's spine; in a solemn voice he declares; hoc est enim e rpus meum, and performs the befouling ritual, then turns, appearing tumefied before the congregation, swimming in perspiration. The two choir boys now raise the chasuble, exposing the canon's belly as the congregation howls in sensate glee. Now the boys sprinkle holy water on the pontiff's nakedness, and the women rush forward, falling upon the desecrated Eucharist, groveling before the altar as they claw particles from the humid bread and eat. A girl near the wall is in a fit of convulsions; she frothes at the mouth, weeping, and spitting out blasphemies. The priest chews up sacramental wafers, spitting them out upon the floor as the women grind them underfoot, howling and trampling over each other in their eagerness to sieze [seize] upon a remnant and pollute it. The place becomes a madhouse of prostitutes and maniacs. The boys sieze [seize] upon the men and fall to the floor, while the women shred the remn-
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