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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Everard Feilding
1 September [1913]
Dear Feilding,
There is no news of Eisenthal and I am afraid we must give up all hope. I cannot, of course, offer to make it good for you are proud and I am poor. But on the other hand I cannot but feel that I have let a friend down, so I am sending you a 'Rodin in Rime' as a consolation prize. If you are in town, let us drown our sorrows in the usual manner.
Yours ever.
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