Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Norman Mudd

50 [rue Vavin]

[Paris VI^e]

die [Wednesday]

[Undated: circa April 1924]

Dear O.P.V.

93.

Your letter cheered me much.

Only I can do nothing active about Cefalù.

I slept almost all through yesterday. The point is that I feel quite well (though a little tired) when fully conscious; but the least lapse from the summit leaves me in all sorts of weird states. And I sometimes feel that these are gaining on me. In bald words, that I am sane for less of the 24 hours every day. That is the need for dispatch; to turn the balance towards building-up before a crash comes.

Apart from that point, I am utterly patient. For one thing, I have no ambition or will of any kind.

That is why you must not make me feel responsible about Cefalù. I will send any money that comes in—bar any per B.H. I suppose?—but to write letters etc is beyond me, unless under stimulus of any that come to me. As it is, I "see things" far too much. I need absolute mental quiet, and shan't write even a "fanny" unless strongly moved.

Sorry to grouse, and to write so much about my silly self——Tired——

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Yours

666

All my paternal Blessing!

Love to all B[lessed] B[rethren] in England.

666

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