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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
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[Undated: 15 April 1929]
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I hope you are in direct correspondence with Noble Hall about marketing Magick [Magick in Theory and Practice]. The advance copy is v[ery] good: extremely few mistakes, and those unimportant.
Paris-Midi is supposed to be publishing a first article to-day, giving the surface facts, interview with me to-morrow etc. Their man phoned our Embassy and Consulate, and was told they had never heard of me!!! You see the idea? They daren't say a word against me, but hope to hush up the whole outrage at least till I'm out of their jurisdiction.
That's where a man like Leopold[?] could come in; with one word in the right ear he could cause an open inquiry, and the whole bag of tricks would open, and emit the mangy alley-cat.
I don't see how anyone could blame you for trying your best; at the worst, your only fault would be " mistaken chivalry".
Denizot maintains his sublime silence, but I shall find him to-morrow. If nothing changes, I shall go to Ostend—Wed. night to Dunkirk—Thurs. A.M. The exiles [Maria de Miramar and Israel Regardie] seem unhappy in their pension, but R[egardie] is looking for a villa.
I don't know what my doctor will say, though, about climate; he may insist on my seeking summer realms e.g. Spain.
I'm still pretty rotten with nervous exhaustion; have had to get a nurse in, or I'd have been quite up against it. A good honest sensible woman from Essex.
No more to say now, Noble Hall sent [illegible] yet.
Bulk of stuff gone to Amex Co: man calls Wed. A.M. to settle balance. This is all a damned nuisance, but the Book [Magick in Theory and Practice] has been definitely published; so there's only one word for the whole show—Victory!
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Fraternally
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