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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Jane Wolfe
63 Washington Square New York
Die
July 7, 1919
My dear Miss Wolfe,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Yes, I have been a long while answering letters! You see I ought to be with you this minute, but my money didn't come, so I thought I'd better get as far away from you as possible. Result, I'm in a tent on a spit of sand called Montauk.
Your letters drive me dippy: they are as piquant as your face. I am quite sure we shall never understand properly by writing, except just the one thing: that we understand. But every sentence of yours seems to refer to endless things intangible and beautiful, and there is a big bit of me that wants everything down in black and white. Of course you make mistakes, but the point is—do you record them in a true scientific spirit? Only so can they help others—which you have to do in the A∴A∴
Steiner is in relations with the O.T.O.; but lets a lot of drivel go out, so as sort out the wheat and the tares. He tells nothing at all until you have proved your right to know it. Personally, I don't follow this plan, save in one or two important matters; and I feel inclined to publish these too one day. I may ask your advice on this [illegible]. It's funny; the world seems to revolve around you just now; I feel it out here alone by the sea, having got into a more or less proper state of mind. In N.Y. one has to be a crustacean. This, too, is part of the reason for my not writing earlier. I felt that you were not getting the real 666; nor was he there to get you. But out here I feel time and space dissolved in—you again—this is absurd. What have you to do that matters so much?
Love is the law, love under will.
Ever yours,
666.
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