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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
7/8/29
Thank God the Radiumpalatz Hotel was full. It is "a place of the wicked on earth and of the damned in hell" such as I never saw. People of all sorts of shapeless deformities and of decrepitudes, their faces—when not bandaged over syphilitic ulcers—lead-grey, ochre, or unripe-plum colour. They al exude a monstrous loathsomeness, and try to forget the howlings of their terror in the ravings of a continuous jazz. It is appalling. We got a room at the Tannhof till next week, when we migrate to one with a higher station and a broad view over the valley, until the Registrar's certificate arrives from London. If this happens in good time, we hurry back to Leipzig and thence to London as quickly as may be; but if we can't leave Leipzig before Aug 24, we are stuck till say Sep 3; for the Fair of Leipzig swamps the town utterly from Aug 24-31. One can't find a room in an hotel; or a meal without waiting for hours. Over 100,000 idiots rush from everywhere to see the latest improvement in W.C.'s. . . .
The air is very good here, and the pines and hills lovely. Good clean cold nights and sunlit days. Walks and fresh milk will be my cure, I think!
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