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Correspondence from Norman Mudd to Jane Wolfe
13 Victoria Ave. ONCHAN, near Douglas, Isle of Man
3 Sept. 1927
Dear Jane,
I was very glad to get your letter of July 11 but would much like to hear something more definitely satisfactory about your physical well-being.
You say the Ministry of Labour refused you a permit. Does this mean that you too are practically excluded from England indefinitely?
The world seems to be becoming a damned funny place. Unless you consent to become a cabbage, chained to one place, prepared to renounce instantly every sort of freedom that officials can detect or suspect, you are now little better than an outlaw. Crime seems the only respectable way of life still open to Aspirants.
I've no place of my own at present, but don't intend to vegetate here much longer. This address will always find me, with very little delay, though I may be in Manchester soon after the Equinox and in London again perhaps by the end of the year.
Let me know as soon as possible whenever you are likely to be in London and I'll try to engineer a palaver. Note however, that we shall probably have to talk exclusively about the weather, since I have dropped all interest in anything that calls itself Magick and any kind of work that insists on a capital W.
Ever yours fraternally,
N. Mudd
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