47
This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.
48
Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.
49
I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.
50
Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
51
With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.
