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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Kelly
[Undated: circa 1903?]
Dear G.
Your P.[ost] C.[ard] explains. But do you mean 'specific trouble' as doctors mean? If so, was it S---- let us pass on. You said no word of hoping to be up in London: only that you would winter i' th' warm. I said Pthisis, for a million! argued thence (a) He's probably neglecting it and I might persuade him to give up Paris for the Sahara, or other health resort, if I went over. (b) He's hiding it from Camberwell—so it must be serious.
Well you're to be spared to us! I would I had a week or two with you somewhere. Preferably not here (but here rather than nowhere) for a) I want a change myself b) my nerves are dull with overwork, and I really could not alter the colour of my hair, or the shape of my prick to suit your ideas. Don't be angry with me, but think of me as a man of like passions as you are (in Jame's curious grammar). Why not Strathpeffer and some golf, and a few odd days here?
I want your sketches for the Lover's A [Lover's Alphabet].
Write and commune.
Yours ever as ever.
B. [Lord Boleskine].
P.P.S. Dear G.
What happened to The Needs of the Navy and others [illegible]? They are not among W.S. MSS.
Send if you can find.
B.
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