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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
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Dec 2 [1930]
C∴F∴
93
Your letter to Karl Germer has equalled—perhaps even exceeded—your expectations. He declines further communication with you!
('Harpy' rankles. He and Cora [Cora Germer] are persuaded that this word is an insult from you to her!! I have been cross-examined in the Aeneid. But all in vain; I can't get them to grasp the meaning of your perfectly plain English. People become intellectually obtuse when their Egos have been inflamed by a chance word. Did I ever mention that last?)
But you might have put things more prettily. You letter arrived after the Mandrake [Mandrake Press] smashed, and they were sore. Your sentimental slobber over Thynne [Major Robert Thynne] made it worse. He is now plainly visible as a clever company thief; he has fixed things so that he can put your money and Germer's straight into his pocket without going to ground. [illegible] never proved to me how he worked this. He had never any intention of publishing anything; it was essential to his plan the Co. should fail.
I had hoped, however, that even one breath of the air of El Oued—if you walked there—and saw the sunrise on the wind-carved hollows of the dunes—would have shewn you your life in perspective, and restored you to the vision of the Great Work. If you walk to Gabes, far from the railway, you may win through.
I should return, if I were you, via Palermo Cefalù (for enquiries) Milan and to Berlin, and help pick up the pieces.
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Fraternally
666.
Lloyd writes that Marie [Maria de Miramar] has disappeared, and is supposed to have killed herself. This is not a 'stunt of mine'; I am totally without news. Regardie [Israel Regardie] does not answer my questions about her; nor has she answered my letters.
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