Basil the Great was a Trinitarian who studied with Gregory Nazianzus. He was against what he called "Jewish literalism" (his words), while stressing the need for reserve in interpreting doctrine and the sacraments. He did not embrace allegory to the extent his contemporaries did. He saw them as fantasists. In this way he was virtually a Platonist. The Spirit is a part of the Trinity but not its essence, so he did not wrestle with the apparent paradoxes of later Trinitarians.
Another masterpiece from Crowley. Leisurely mythmaker recounts the life and times of Dar Oakley, a crow who learns to talk to humans, journey's to the afterlife for his lost love, defeats violent death, crosses the sea like a tern, and survives the end of modernity. Quite beautiful prose.
I have no idea if this guy is full of it or not, but Gore Vidal and some others vouch for him. And he doesn't seem out to hurt anyone, only portray what a good time he had pleasing people. He seems pretty happy-go-lucky, and his rollicking adventures with golden age stars are a real hoot. There is some sadness towards the end as the party has to end (symbolized sharply by William Holden's death), but he never lets his spirits get down, not ever, and I can see him going on forever, shouting like Falstaff, "Give me life!"
Beautiful language. Passionate verse that makes you feel as if it is resonating out of you, you're somehow creating it out of your own emotions. Powerful stuff.
A Gilded Age debutante and amateur occultist, Christine, suffers an illness she believes caused by her psychic visions of a youth possibly from another world who is in trouble. She comes to believe that she must find this youth and help him in order to end the visions and save herself, but doing this is beyond her own abilities. The only occultist who can help Christine will only do so if she makes a terrible decision to betray those closest to her.