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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
[Undated: mid January 1932?]
C∴[are] F∴[rater]
93.
Apart from Magick, can't you see that you have no moral right to ask others to help until you have done your all yourself? It will hamper you all your life if people can throw that in your face.
Magically, it is the same thing, but more so. The Masters want some-one to follow me who will do more not less than I did. If somebody else put up £100,000 it wouldn't help you. Practically if you joined us with £2000, we could put things over in Berlin. Everything is ripe; only you hold back. And in a very few months' time all capital of the old kind will have vanished—already 30 per cent has evaporated. The Devil always cheats you. Look at yourself clearly with the eyes of a God, who smiles at your background—Live wholly to the Spirit, and you can face Life and Death as cheerfully as I do.
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F∴[raternal]ly
666.
News etc.
Thanks for tea and tobacco—and 10/—
Krako [Jacques Krako] dodging [?] Bill [Bertha Busch] too ill to pursue.
Schliffer's away for holiday.
Lilian Harvey not yet in tow.
Bill in bed with inflamed ovary for the last week. A.C.'s breathing more difficult daily—Mostly nerves. I hope.
Germer [Karl Germer] failing to take full advantage of his good luck.
Not one pfennig towards January rent and Frau Mattner pressing. No hope of further income. Quite paralysed until security is established. No money at all, even for food after Sunday. Bar a final desperate pawning of things in necessary daily use: about RM 100. Doctor's bill not yet in but probably big.
Don't tell Oppenheimer about the Law: let him see the documents. Your job is to help him to get the other beneficiaries to see sense. Best argument, probably, is that capital as such is rapidly becoming worthless.
666.
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