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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
2/2/30
. . . Oxford is going splendidly. We have got a don sleuthing around the wood pile, and when we have found the nigger, we will make him sing Hallelujah to a different tune. It is pretty certain, I think, that the University will not admit disapproval, so there will be a nice scapegoat to which we can apply our divine energy, even though he be of cast iron and the snowstorms raging without. . . .
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