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Correspondence from Leah Hirsig to Aleister Crowley
[circa late May 1925]
Dear A.C.,
I do not know whether it's sick or dying or what—I have every reason to think, however, that it's the Formula of the Happy Man that makes you act the cad. You have not so much as acknowledged the various MSS. I have sent, not, bar the one letter of May 15, have I had any news of you. Most especially, the money promised in the letter has not yet arrived. . . . I do not for a moment believe that the Gods are responsible for the continuation of this silly financial mess. It is all very well to howl 'Material prosperity' and spend like an ass, but it doesn't bring anything but debts—and stupid ones at that. So just get a move on.
Leah.
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