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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
55 Avenue de Suffren, Paris, VII
February 22nd, 1929
Care Frater:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I am more or less all in with the most damned feverish cold, besides being a good deal fagged nervously. However we don't get any proofs until Monday and I am going to look after myself very carefully till then.
By the way, the publicity has started. When I got to the Chess Club last night, the secretary started to read a cutting from a French paper. It seems that the game[1] I sent you the other day, made an impression, and I am glad to say they talked about British tenacity. For all that, the applause was rather embarrassing.
Slocombe is coming to lunch today to give me some tips about getting the distribution over. After that, I propose to retire to my chaste couch until further developments from Lecram [Press].
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally,
666.
Gerald Yorke, Esq., 9, Mansfield Street, London, W. 1.
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