Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Israel Regardie

55 [Avenue de Suffren]

die [Wednesday]

13 March [1929]

C∴[are] F∴[rater]

93.

Glad of your letter: sorry you didn't wire, and save time and money.

I wire you 1000 fr[ancs] this A.M. early: hope you can manage for 15 days—or till things go right.

Claude Farrière back in Paris to-night.

Slocombe back in Paris To-morrow.

Hope these will make trouble.

Expect to see a really first class lawyer with political pull to-morrow: one who can phone the Prefecture and get you both back within 24 hours.

But the one and only plan is to get after Hundt [Carl de Vidal Hunt], as I told that 1/4 manling long ago. Yes—you put the Fear of God into him! I've written him some myself.

I think my certificate will keep me safe here till 23rd. I am really pretty damn sick: coughing all night etc.

Yes: get your consuls to protest formally against expulsion. Say it's a death sentence, and that no one dare even pretend that you have done anything wrong.

Make Snorah laugh on the wrong side of her mouth by cabling you $200.

If de M. [Maria de Miramar] can't stay in Belgium, send her to Frau Eastlake 60 allèe Guntersburg Frankfort A.M. with a letter demanding hospitality for her in the Name of the Order.

I am pulling many strings; one or other will ring the bell.

But I'm dead tired, and really rather worried—till I am sure that I can make a public scandal and sell a million copies of the Memoirs [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley].

I'm glad you're acting so rightly in this ordeal. And Y. [Gerald Yorke] ought to feel what a piece of soft shit he is. We don't want money; we want blood!

So tired: good-night.

93     93/93

Fraternally

666.

P.S. I do think the Gods are looking out p[retty] d[amn] well for you, giving you all this hell at 21!

666.

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