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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Kelly
c/o P.O. S.S. and Co. Colombo, Ceylon.
[Undated: circa mid-August 1901]
Dear G.
All my plans are annihilated. I believe I have at last got to the not symbolic Gateway of Occult Science. Knock and ring.
Act I of Argo [The Argonauts] is sublime and Act II my best humour. Aristophanes outclassed. I have made Argus the Son of (or Mac) Phriscus a canny Scot (or rather his ghost!)
All this inside a passionate lament!
Your letter here to hand.
I do want something done. I want to see you and talk everything over.
Allan McG [Allan Bennett] and I talked 5 days and nights without intermission. He is cured, clean shaved and very good looking but weak and weary. I am going to run him up to the hills.
I am cleansing myself physically and morally at once by the simple but efficacious process of breathing up one nose and down the other 80 times every six hours.
This is not funny.
Tell Kegan Paul to communicate with me here, and here only till further notice.
I am thinking of publishing Tannhäuser or something out here in strict secrecy for Cenci 1st edition reasons (or whims).
Be good. You shall have Book II of Orpheus as soon as done. I have learnt to work steadily and regularly. A. McG thinks my poetry has come on immensely.
Shivo hum!
A.C.
You're a good boy to write often. Keep it up. My address is not a secret any more. I have chucked all nonsense, except a faint lingering illusion that everything exists. This (with my breathing practice) should go soon.
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