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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
[Undated: circa March 1929]
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I've been looking through your letter of Tuesday again.
You talk about my 'oaths to my women'. Surely you are referring to my arrangement with the one-eyed Esquimaux about the markhor-horns! If not, I confess I'm puzzled.
Really, you know, there's a point of simplicity in truth which you don't seem able to get.
"My state is little, yet my state is good; I am a gentleman".
I don't know anymore.
You ought to have been here this morning. Aumont [Gerard Aumont] throws much light on affairs. Honestly, I congratulate you on not seeing Hunt's [Carl de Vidal Hunt] game. But don't you bet a sovereign that you can 'find the lady', or get interested in people who drop rosaries!
I am delirious to the extent that I seem to myself to be still in Paris! (Why 'useless', if my One Work is to get out "Magick" [Magick in Theory and Practice]?)
I also believe that there are "Veels within veels", and I take back all my derogatory remarks about the Disk.
Also, don't you see that Victory counts for something, even if you've lost 21,000 men to the enemy's 12,000 as at Dettingen.
You're an historical scholar. Yet you don't seem to see that the whole story of England's freedom has for hers the type of man who says "Damn the cost! I won't stand by and see iniquity flourish". It's the one good quality in Puritans, and for the first time in my life I thank God for my Puritan blood!
Next week we'll see what we shall see!
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Fraternally
666.
P.S. Just read Aumont's letter to you—sent with this. I think he has the right idea—even if we win the present bout. 666.
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