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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Jane Wolfe
50 Vavin Paris VIe
21 - 2 - 21
Excellently well Beloved my Jane!
93.
I am a little less blue-pill blue
than when I wrote last though for no particular reason,
unless it were 31-666-31's [Leah Hirsig]
two identical (bar the mysterious 'Aurpliation') cablegrams,
which arrived together. I should have so much liked a letter
from you, if only to tell me "Be he damned for a dog" or
that Californian word of yours, or (seriously) how you are
settling down to your particular Great Work. Yours is quite
evidently an integral part of my own; and I am very glad I
did not make the mistake of rushing you. Your own most
legible aura, and the Lightnings of Aiwaz in Alostrael [Leah Hirsig],
saved me. I am a great ass, an optimist against all evidence
and all experience; so I really always think my geese are
swans. Observe how I blundered with Russell [C. F. Russell].
He is a Star, of course; and of the first magnitude,
so I still swear; but I judged his whole by his best part,
and assumed that his nearly analyzing knowledge and insight
fitted him for the Work of the Grade corresponding. So I
gave him the appropriate Oath, and found that the kisses of
Ethel [Ether] excited a tipsy sailor
reeling through the Red Light District! Result: I make the
first failure—with regard to an intended Major Operation—that
I have ever had in this Ink-pot. The reaction is still
depressing me. It would have broken my heart if that had
happened with you. As a fact, I was terribly afraid that you
would start at once to turn a table and perhaps be gross at
it! To babble or scribble alleged Arcana. But you got the
right feeling deep down, though it must have hurt badly; and
so no harm done. When you come down from the Mountain you
will have the Tables of the Law unmistakenly clear, and
self-proved as true and necessary to our Work, the
indubitably authentic Word of Him whose sigil is
I am very anxious to get news of you; (need much encouragement from the few I really esteem. I'm quite hopeless, practically, I fear; I've concentrated my Will too much. My blood all goes to my brain; I seem unable to act out the accessory details.
Love is the law, love under will.
All Blessing on you, dearest one!
The Beast 666.
P.S. Saw The 13th Chair film. Appallingly spoilt: the detective finds the knife! The one straight scene in the play is lost. And the medium makes the man confess by sheer absurdity. She simply tells him to do it.
"Monte Christo" serialized: too long, ill-knit, but not bad if one remembers the story in detail.
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(Note that the Intelligence indicating failed to get the
Point in the Circle—which explains why it talked so
diffusely and vaguely.)