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Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
[Undated: circa 1914?]
Dear (and Diabolical) Care Frater
Well! Of all the muck! The American editor is not deterred by silly fear of the laws of libel if he can provide something 'spicy' and I don't suppose we'll get anything so hot in this country. All the same I suppose we must in the nature of things expect filth of this kind when the baser kind of penny weekly gets hold of Liber Legis and so forth. It has seemed to me for long to be all in the days work.
Apart from that the article was rather a treat. Dear God! what a feast the lunatic has provided. What a pity I cannot come up to London and see the lovely aristocrat-esses derobing publicly and wallowing in Perdurabo's gore in the infernal orgies.
I will certainly and preserve and return that rare and refreshing specimen but would like to show it to a friend who is out of town till Monday, as a fair warning of what friendship with me may involve. Then it should be carefully mounted and framed and put amongst our archives.
By the way I'm in for rather a tough time. Today's experience on the paper showed that I must be on the spot quite early in the mornings. It was the not needing to be in till 9.30 or 10 that made regular meditation practice possible to me, and this is rather a blow. I shall have to rearrange my methods somehow, it doesn't seem possible to rise any earlier that at present, and it rather puzzles me why I cannot with advancing years do with less sleep.
Of course I quite understand the necessity for keeping the mind bent on the one direction all the time apart from the stated periods of formal meditation. I managed it pretty well so long as I was not at business, and now it's all broken up. At the same time it shows fair control, that at this time I can shut ordinary thought quite out of my mind for stated periods.
[The remainder of this letter is missing.]
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