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Correspondence from George MacNie Cowie to Aleister Crowley
14 Glenisla Gardens, Edinburgh.
20 July. [1916]
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Last letter I remembered the date all right, but forgot to enclose the latter itself, or at least the commencement and two pages of it. Now I can't lay my hands on it, have left it in a desk, behind me. It was mainly explanatory of the various things enclosed.
I was greatly relieved to have a letter a few days ago from W. and W. [Williamson & Watt] Mrs Brooks [tenant at Boleskine] has agreed to pay Russell's account (£76 odd [for repairs to Boleskine]) in full, and beginning next quart will deduct £10 each quarter till the sum is repaid. That of course means that I spread the payment over the next two years. I shall not, if possible, let you suffer, it will be just the same as far as you are concerned. The result meantime is that you can have, altho' already chiefly anticipated, £25 or 30 any time between now and October. I don't enclose anything this time as I will be advisable to keep this sum to fall back on, when you emerge from retirement, and will feel the want of money. I was nearly in a hole, but this has saved things for the present, and for this piece of financial stratagem deserve the Brazen Cross of the Most Ignoble Order of the Huckster.
Haven't much time if this is to catch the mail. Had yours this a.m. I am apparently of good report and right conduct and long ago I wasn't to get dhyana on account of disliking a stink and incomprehensible people who publicly extol a stink as a Perfume. What the F[oreign] O[ffice] says isn't evidence on this point.
Has it struck you by the way, that the whole world is gasping and waiting for the name to me, which is (fraternally)
F[iat] P[ax].
I hope M.O.H. [Mother of Heaven—Leila Waddell] is not writing to me because she thinks I'm not writing to her. I don't know where a letter would reach her.
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