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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
[164 5th Av. New York, New York]
[27 June 1917]
Ludovico mio [Dear Louis],
Ou es-tu? Car je voudrais venir avant le fin du mois pour chercher un nid. [Where are you? Because I would like to come before the end of the month to find a nest.] 'Tis playing hot here; I envy your slush-slush-slush-slush.
[Crowley then tells the story of things being so bad for French troops on the Western Europe Front that, deprived of alcohol, they were now "distilling spirit from corpses."]
They admit it themselves; they even boast of their "esprit de corps," as they call it.
I saw Frank Crowninshield, but he was too busy to talk about [illegible].
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