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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
55 Avenue de Suffren, Paris, VII
December 10th, 1928.
Care Frater:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
It was delightful of you to leave your shoes and shaving tackle. We are sending them to you in the morning.
It is very difficult to make a program, because we cannot be sure of the day of the arrival of the money from America, and I have either to pay a month's rent or get out on the 20th. I would prefer to get out, and take a month or two Magical Retirement, fixing up Pythagoras, and so on, leaving the Serpent [Israel Regardie] in Paris to get everything ready for a spring campaign. I don't want to do this before 'Magick' [Magick in Theory and Practice] is definitely in the Press.
I shall probably see the Freemans tomorrow: and you never know your luck.
In the meanwhile I am filled with immense courage and confidence.
The High Priestess [Maria de Miramar] snorts so furiously that I am compelled to break off what would otherwise be a long and charming letter.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally,
666.
P.S. She explains she was only laughing.
P.S. II. There is silence in Heaven for the space of half an hour. I can now continue my informative narration. First, the French Post Office strenuously opposes all efforts to send your shoes. It appears that one has to go to some remote quarter of the city, and take a number of oaths before a notary public, and then it will cost 65 francs! As there is probably some method of bribing one or two cabinet ministers, negotiations are in progress. I hope to give you better news tomorrow.
I repeated my last month's operation with the tailor, so that now we are free from all anxiety until the end of the month. On that date there will be a cheque for five thousand francs to be honoured. As this money is borrowed without interest, I think it is good business.
The one thing that really interests me is whether we can arrange to get out of here on the 20th. That is only ten days from now, and I think it would rather break up the even tenor of our progress towards the City of God. However we will see what the next few days bring forth.
I am mailing you the ritual tomorrow, as I have to go through it and put in some of the things that could not be typed.
666.
Gerald Yorke, Esq., 9, Mansfield Street, London, W. 1.
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