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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Montgomery Evans
24, Rue Lamarck, Paris
23rd August, 1924. E.V.
Mr. Montgomery Evans, 2nd., Carlton Hotel, Frankfort a. M.
Dear 2nd,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
You in bed, I in bed. You conceal your malady—I presume it is syphilis, I, franker, relapse of malarial fever. You in prison camp hospital, I in prison camp hotel. You starving, save for attached American, I starving with no American to save me.
I am awful sorry for not having been able to send you the books, but even this letter must wait until money arrives, if it does.*
I never expected your plans to go well: on account of what I wrote to you when still in America. It is very important for you to learn what things you meet with are serious and important, so that you may concentrate on them. Otherwise your life is liable to be wasted on trivialities: I am quite sure my own troubles are due to my stupidity in not seeing the right thing to do. [However, the signals from Mars which I received last night were fairly explicit. The only difficulty is the apparent anthropomorphism. But there are two ways of getting over that.]
Do write and let me know that you are quite well again.
Malaria is rotten. I am too tired to write any more.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours in bed
(I don't mean what you mean!)
666.
*P.S. Have pawned watch: so send letters and books: but expect to be turned into street soon. a.c.
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