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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Norman Mudd
[Undated: 24 March 1924?]
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93.
Very tired and depressed all day and to-night. Why?
Have been out for a few minutes 4 times in last 6 days.
Not sufficient energy to appeal to Frank Harris.
Monotony of diet upsetting my digestion badly.
Chicago Tribune man called yesterday: they seem to want the Hag [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley] badly. Shall I refer them to you to settle business details if I can get a definite "want to buy" out of him?
I need cheering letters and visitors very badly. I don't exactly count the days, but I'm having a pretty poor time, one way or another, and wonder how long I can stick it out—before something cracks, so to speak. It's morbid psychology, I know, but what do you expect? It is as if the strain of the last few years were suddenly intensified—just as I broke down under it! However, I wrote the Soliloquy of Henry VI this afternoon. 40 pp. in diary. Will try to sell it to Tribune.
I hope this letter will not depress you. But you have asked me to refrain from putting the best face on things too much; and you can at least believe that I'm not painting things needlessly black.
It's 9 P.M. now. I'll keep this open till A.M. in case of a letter from you, and to report latest news.
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Your fraternally
666.
P.S. Tuesday A.M. Feel slightly better, but am not. My conditions must be changed radically before any improvement is to be expected.
666.
P.P.S. Bailey's letter—Both parcels arrived. Smoking jacket retained—other parcel, unopened, returned to 37A.
666.
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