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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Kelly
[Undated: circa 1903?]
My dear G.
(Excuse the gold stamp, only ordered for credit-tradesmen, who feel encouraged when they see it).
I have taken your criticism of me as (in truth) a criticism of yourself, since you are an artist.
Indeed, Back saith sooth who saith that to preach and sing is as right as it is wrong to preach and paint. I would add that to paint sing and criticize is equally fatal. Luckily, our criticism is worthless, as I think I said before. In returning the R.M. [Rosa Mundi] again, I feel that we are agreed well enough on all points of detail save possibly two—the praise on p 10, and one or two obscurities, which we might lump as one.
But I feel that below all that is a deep aversion to the whole thing which I want to understand.
If Sunday evenings are as dull at Landown as elsewhere, the discussion might enliven this one. I really seek to understand for the understanding's sake.
Yours ever,
B. [Lord Boleskine]
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