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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
55 Avenue de Suffren, Paris, VII
March 4th, 1929
Care Frater:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The weather keeps on being perfectly beastly. It has also been very awkward not having a femme-de-ménage. Mary had to go away and bury her brother.
None of us are in good shape. I got up yesterday to have lunch with some men who have come over from America to see me and may be useful from a business point of view. But my patriotism did me in. I went to play for the Coupe de Paris [Chess Club] and they kept me to midnight, so now I have got more cold and fever. However, I am working very hard in bed, and I really have a hunch that this week is going to produce some valuable results.
It would be foolish to go out, so I am writing to Church with my remarks about the agreement. My main difficulty is that there is nothing whatever, so far as I can see, about my position as Managing Director. Unless I am quite dotty, I should have no authority to make any arrangements with anybody, and this is the principal duty to be fulfilled by me under the contract. However we will see what Church says about it.
I apologize about the forced sale. I see that you have the right to postpone such indefinitely. But the main thing is that I can't sell anything for the benefit of the lenders if I have nothing to sell.
I am sending you a copy of my letter to Lecram's this morning. I hope it will bring them up sharp. The uncertainty is particularly annoying because of the difficulty about keeping on the flat. There is at present not one of the three of us fit to go round the suburbs and look for a pavillon.
Let's hope for a telegram from Reece about the beginning of next week and possibly something doing with these blokes from America who are lunching here on Wednesday.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally,
666.
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