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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Charles Stansfeld Jones
63. [Washington Square]
Sunday. [Undated: circa March 1919]
My beloved son,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law!
Your magical attack is headed this way; two of us knocked out by accidents; splendid.
Let us know what's going on, even if you have to lie on a sopha and dictate.
What's wrong with your publicity? Brentano has not yet heard of the new Eq[uino]x. Everybody here is crazy about it, especially The Tank.
Evident to me that you must get R. [Rubina Stansfeld Jones] and the rest to put a lot of pep behind the show.
Love is the law, love under will.
Thy sire,
666.
555 sends love.
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