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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
Hotel Metropole, Bruxelles, Belgique
May 28th, 1929
Care Frater:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I am enclosing you Aumont's [Gerard Aumont] last letter and a copy of my reply to him. I have written severely, but we must not forget that he is a poor boob of a gabsie, living in Tunis where they have no idea of moral decency of any kind, and a complete absence of brains, for which they substitute the lowest kind of low cunning. I am inclined to believe that definite threats as of complaining to the police and writing to the Societe des Hommes de Lettres would twist the testicles he possesses in a satisfactory way. He must be made to see that you are really angry. I feel sure of that.
You say that you are not free till June 10th. I hope it does not mean that you are inaccessible. We are going to be in pretty bad trouble in the course of the week if there is no one to forward Germer's [Karl Germer] $130.00
I hope that the last obstacles to the marriage are now understood so that as soon as my documents arrive from Scotland we shall be able to fix the matter up within a few hours after their receipt. However it is no good counting one's chickens. . . . . . .
The weather here is absolutely overwhelming. It is worse than Tunis in July. I should not have believed it possible. I who love the sun, feel no exhilaration, no sense of well being. I am simply crushed and fagged. Fortunately I am sleeping well, and able to look after business.
I quite agree with you about marking time in Brussels, but it is not my fault. It is the stupid old Home Office. I can't leave de Miramar [Maria de Miramar], who, is incidentally in an excessively nervous condition which is only natural, alone unless absolute necessity demands it.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally
666 per Israel Regardie
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