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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
Hotel Metropole, Bruxelles, Belgique
June 3rd, 1929
Care Frater:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
At 1 o'clock yesterday morning, I was called up by Captain Paterson from Paris.
I am not sure whether you know who Captain Paterson is. But he is a mutile de guérre with regard to about two sevenths of a leg, and this occurred in 1923 as a result of a taxi accident, which presumes considerable ability on his part. (Please note that I don't mix up my dates in the qabalistically magisterial manner that you do yours).
He told me among other things that Denizot has told him everything was now all right in Paris, but that I should be wise not to take any action for some little time to come. This, incidentally, suits my bill exactly.
The Rainbow has somewhat faded. A barman who drinks with his customers is not a good barman, and is not likely to put over any good business. We must therefore get hold of the alleged Mr. Clifford, if indeed he exists, in some other manner.
There is nothing more to tell you than you know already.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally
666
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