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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Wilfred Merton
[Undated: circa May 1909]
My dear Schmeichen [Wilfred Merton],
My own sorrow at missing you equals yours, and would surpass it if I dared so far presume.
Don't mind Neuburg's [Victor B. Neuburg] antics. Make him work, somehow. I'm rather worried, very busy, engaged every day and so on. I want to get away to wander in Brittany among the menhirs.
I suppose we shall meet on Saturday at the Witches' Sabbath.
Yours till then,
Aleister Crowley.
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