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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Charles Stansfeld Jones
New York.
April 7. '17 E.V.
My beloved Son,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I simply can't write at present. All's well, but I'm off to my [illegible]: and when not flying round, [illegible] collapse. Glad of your news, I will write properly soon.
Love is the law, love under will.
Your father,
Θ
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