|
Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
Karlsruherstrasse 2. Berlin-Halensee.
Nov 19 [1931].
C∴[are] F∴[rater]
93.
Herewith the first pamphlet. Useless, of course, until we get a G.H.Q. [Grand Headquarters]. Working on 2nd "Confidence". Saturnus [Karl Germer] saner. Hates Cora [Cora Eaton]. Wants her dead. She very annoyed with you because you have not written her a letter to say that you got home safely and enjoyed your visit to her house, as laid down in "How to behave like a Gentleman"—by Daphne of "High Society". She concludes that you never danced with the Princess Mary! So once again you are Found Out.
I have only one serious worry—tobacco. If only you could get me some Perique—Oh do! please do! please do! I'm so tired of having bronchitis from the local shag.
Bill [Bertha Busch] suddenly recovered this morning. That damned miscarriage left her in a rotten state. Now she's O.K.
But all is simplified. She and Frau S have got to sit on Krako's [Jacques Krako] head until he is obsquatulated, as my Aunt (I, too, had Aunts!) used to say—and gives us G.H.Q. and cash to carry on. We may survive till Dec 31; but then, yea, then, yea, then, there comes the bloody bump.
93 93/93
F∴[raternal]ly
666.
Darling Boy—Yours in has not tea—no money—nothing what ever—do you ever think of her[?], he is breathing [illegible] very [illegible] because he has no tobacco to soothe him. I am desperate. It is about time you came over again.
Bill
P.S. Bill only says she is "desperate" because she thinks it goes with Piracy!
|