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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
Karlsruherstrasse 2. Berlin-Halensee.
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[Undated: circa late December 1931?]
C∴[are] F∴[rater]
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Do I sleep? do I dream? A man with sense enough to get that cash to me the shortest way! It fills me with hope for the future.
We've had a bad week—Bill [Bertha Busch] lost your young brother[1] and may have to undergo a surgical spring-cleaning. We're both frightfully disappointed. She had had a lot of pain too. The one bit of luck was that we couldn't have done any business anyhow. Schiffers [Margo and Marcellus] and Hamilton [Gerald Hamilton] to dinner tonight.
Elections rather a scream—as yet the £ has dropped hard. Baldwin won't last; he can't make bread out of stones. I suppose they'll cut the dole, and raise a big loan on N.Y.—and shoot down the starving—If they did it on a big enough scale, it might do the trick; but they've got to pretend to be philanthropists. As for me I'm still looking for that job of Holy Man in India to oust Gandhi, who was a pleader (i.e. lawyer) and not a Mahatma at all.
No $20 from Jacobi [Oliver Jacobi] this month so far. We shall be badly struck by the 15th unless something comes off P.D.Q. And I want time—above all things—to treat with Schiffer and Krako [Jacques Krako] in a take-it-or-leave-it spirit—It is really a question of Bill's nerves; she has had so many whacks that she is liable to doubt her own capacity unless encouraged by the sight of the good red gold! I wrote Cora [Cora Germer]—with a proposal to pay her $1,000 a year, or $15,000 in a lump sum—when available—to say that her best chance of my being able to do this was to support Bill as promised till Dec 31. I think Jan 31 would be safer. Her fur coat will cost RM 200 circa. We really need £100 to go to Jan 31. You might drop a line to Cora, increasing her confidence. Karl [Karl Germer] was grossly rude to Bill on his return. Don't forget the final facts about him.
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