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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Kelly
Hotel Imperial. Nice.
Die
[Undated: circa February 1903]
Dear G.
Nothing, in this leprous hole, so amusing as to write to you. I enjoyed the masked ball on Tuesday: since then I bask and sleep all day and night. Hope to go to Monte tomorrow. I shall break the bank—my bank. I it's deadly dull. With Humphreys for one's only acquaintance—figure to yourself! Yes: Humphreys. He has forgiven our 'little French milliner' joke. I would even rise to a great anticlimax but all the lydies are of the sort so masterly described in Alice [Alice: an Adultery] Introduction. You pays your money—and you does not take your choice. So knowing these I forbear. Luckily last night a w.d. [wet dream] came to my relief. But I am gorgeously dull to-day. Sun makes up for a lot though. You may expect me back confidently before long, I think. My laziness alone prevent my coming this week, Hope you're working well. How's the Great Illusion? My own is pretty sick—it could never be. How sad and mad and bad it was. But then how it was sweet. But I see nothing in the world of Gods nor of Demons nor of men nor of material things nor of immaterial things which abideth not Impermanence.
Anicca Dukkha, Annatta! Aum.
So long.
I feel well, as a hog is well.
Yours ever as ever.
A.C.
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