Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
13 July. [1916]
I am enclosing two or three letters from Steff Langston [William Steff-Langston], partly that you may judge what an all-righter he is, and how useful he is going to be, and fir, I think for advancement; and partly because you ought to have that information as to the working of the S[outh] A[frican] section. It may be that the Lodge is worked on ordinary Masonic lines for some reason, or under approval, any way this information coming the day after Mary [Mary Davies] had departed, convinced me that I had done a wise thing in arming her with that formidable injunction against the entry of 'fancy' methods or the corruption of the official rites. S[teff] L[angston], as you will judge, will be a faithful ally in keeping matters straight, in that direction.
The Bro Braidwood referred to, wrote me from London, (I am not certain if I told you in last letter) enclosing an introduction from Windram [James Windram] and asking to be put in touch with the others. As Mary would just then be very busy, I turned him over to S[teff] L[angston] meanwhile, especially as the latter would be interested in a man from Johannesburg.
As you will have observed Lupus [de Wolfe] got my caper also. I did rub it in to Mary. He seems to have got completely round her. The circular I am going to send out re finance is much on the lines you say.
Record—yes, but my real wonder is whether anything spectacular can be expected as the result of practically but one hours steady work out of the 24. My work is of such a kind, I need to keep all my lesser wits about me, and concentrate OFF the Work most of the day.
Your long and interesting letter came this morning (did I mention it is July 13?) I haven't had time to digest it or look up the references, so I am quite bewildered about the Sensation Baby.
I am glad if there is any likelihood of help from S[outh] A[frica]. The London folks, I think, will just manage to pay their own expenses and I hope the various Shylock's accounts. Even at that, it should relieve me of a good deal. There should be enough regalia left but we ought not to have sent so much to Canada. Africa asked for much the same, but I ignored that.
I'll write to the liquidators B and H, but M.K. won't see all his 20 again. Must stop, as usual, abruptly. So Long. All sympathy, but you'll pull through though.
Fraternally.
F[iat] P[ax].
Description of life—Bristol—makes my mouf water.
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