|Cranky Talk by Aldous Huxley|
|A Review of The Doors of Perception|
Here we have described for us in startling detail, the effect that a drug called mescalin can have on an emotional mystic with a highly developed sense of drama. Mr Huxley (no visualizer he, or so he says) can, after taking four-tenths of a gramme of mescalin, mistake a chair for the Last Judgement, the chair legs for St. Michael and All Angels, find the texture of grey flannel "deeply, mysteriously sumptuous," and an American motor car so deleriously funny that he laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks.|
Mr Huxley thinks that this drug, or something like it, may be the thing we are all waiting for.
What dangerous, cranky, rubbishy talk this is! Can you imagine us swimming to our offices through a haze of visions, seeing something with the eyes of the prophetic poet Blake, sometimes with the mind of the mad artist Van Gogh?
I don't think that's going to help us keep the home fires burning.
Nevertheless, the awful thing is that I should love to take four-tenths of a gramme of mescalin -- just once.
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