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Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
[Undated: circa 1913?]
Care Frater.
I always, or at least occasionally, do as you tell me. In obedience to instructions I consulted Madame Almahi Seatimartin. She lucidly informs me that you will be in London in January, or, if not, somewhere else, so we will consider that arrangement settled?
I think it was your verses in the Visions of the Aethyrs gave me the idea that you had all the angelic language. It's no doubt that these particular words were specially given communicated, but given these, you might for all I know have got the whole of it. Not having your sublime genius, and but scanty time, I can't reconstruct it from the few bones in the Actions, so, many thanks for the offer of your glossary and Grammar!
Shant take up any more of your time just now. However you'll be amused at my latest little fiasco, but it's in the note book. I carefully cut my wand at dawn of the Equinox, and just as the sun rose found I'd taken a long and troublesome early morning journey for nothing, having mistaken the date, and anticipated the Equinox by two days—careless divel. Never mind we've got a hazel blasting rod anyway.
Yours fraternally.
Q.S.
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