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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Jane Wolfe
c/o
An I6
die
[7 May 1932]
Dearest Estai,
93.
No news of you for oh! so much too long.
And where is Vagina [Regina Kahl]?
And what are you all doing?
And what am I going to do if something really good doesn't turn up p.d.q.?
I am having an absolute smashdown (it is too big to explain—the focus is being forced to work with maniacs!) and shall be completely buggered up in a very short time unless I get in some case. (Operations again on my nose, still going on—last one to be due next week.) Make that blighter Smith [Wilfred Talbot Smith] send some money—and send it here to me direct.
Do let me have your news. I am getting lazy enough to enjoy chatty letters, shame on me!
Sorry I can't write anything really cheerful. There is a hope of reconstructing, which a little spare money would greatly facilitate, by making me less dependent on Lunatic No. 333. (To him be restriction in the Name of BABALON.)
Love to all.
93 93/93.
Fraternally,
666.
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