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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Kelly
8 bis [Bis Rue Campagne Premiere. Montparnasse]
[Undated: circa January 1903]
Dear G.
Rodin [Auguste Rodin] cannot definitely say. "Tweed is competent" since Tweed is a young man. R. considered, as far as I can judge, that he is the man, but should be given time. And for Tweed's sake he will not risk Tweed's reputation by becoming Sponsor.
The whole affair is rather Greek to me. Probably the Bishop and Dean and Chapter have put their heads together by now, and the statue will not be equestrian. Even Dean Milner (after Palm Sunday) cannot object to anyone riding an ass.
Having spewed forth my venom, I will now return to the fact that you are still away and that everything is going to hell without you. I am looking after your property as best I can: am even keeping it in my rooms more than work dictates: but it is getting worn out for all that. Come and water it with your tears and wipe it with the hairs of your head. Gavine is at St. George's Hospital. She is quite well and in good spirits, having preached a sermon to her people on the text "And he arose and smote him". But this is all very sad: the salon must have Kelly in it: Must. Commissions and cash and therefore independence hang thereon: and I have the selfish reason that I am personally very keen on your future. So come quickly. The Spirit and the Bride say: Come! And whosoever will, let him take the water of Gaulinier [?] freely. Even "so" !!! come. Lord Jesus. I am "the same" yesterday to-day and for ever. "Exactly!" That is why Bombinella S.P. Ped. He took his trousers off and played Blind Man's Buff for Buggers: so he had to do it on the staircase. We wrote to White Hat (not White Head) explaining—he, being a very cautious man, must be pleased that he gave it away to us so completely in a few hours.
Yours ever.
Aleister Crowley.
I have given it up, and got a secretary to do my hard work. Sounds like biz, eh? A.C.
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