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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
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[Undated: circa 20 June 1932]
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93.
Yours of Thursday.
So glad Bill's [Bertha Busch] is better—I have been frightfully worried about her.
How senseless to be there yourself at the Deborah dinner! That was a woman's palaver, if ever there was one—I can understand your reasons, if you had any. If not—oh well! £7.10.0 (What about those noble principles?)
The sum was unfortunate—see the Hunting of the Snark for what happened. Of course Bill wouldn't leave me. She wouldn't be away now if your [illegible] hadn't forced her to go to London. I have no fear, and few scruples; but I do have the fragments of a usually robust common sense.
It would be absurd for me to land in England without resources—unless I walked. Which I shall probably start to do almost any day now. Unless Klaussner offers me board and lodging for a few months as he will if you don't see to that matter of Bill's journey.
I miss Bill lots more than she does me. I wish you'd swallow your fear and your scruples, and do what you promised. The moment you do, I can get in Walker and others; and all will be well
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