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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
68 [Sybel Str 68. Berlin Charlottenberg]
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[Undated: circa 16 May 1932]
Friends of Bill's [Bertha Busch]—v[ery] nice people—asked us here over Whitsun. Lovely, but I'm damned ill.
Birven. You would go on against my advice. M.U. will tell you the result. My heart breaks] at such imbecility. After all the swine had done—words fail.
[Illegible]. I don't "rely on England"—what a coward's evasion! I hold you to your word, that's all.
Trust. Only [illegible] £30 a week is all. [illegible]? And what use is £4? You [illegible] are 6 months' freedom anxiety to work—I have not yet had one hour. My blood upon your head—and the destruction of what remains of my life's work.
The end comes in a day or two [illegible].
666.
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