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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
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[Undated: circa 20 June 1932]
Do please read my letters carefully, and repeat the process till you understand them.
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Yours of Monday just in. It's really too silly—To begin with, I don't see what the devil I could do if I came over. You have never given me the slightest idea of a programme, or the possibility of carrying out any programme at all (To do anything I'd have to be able to run round and see folk).
I never wrote one word about "new clothes and a good hotel". And it was you who forced her [Bertha Busch] to rush over as she was.
What utter rot you talk about my destroying women! You can't quote one single case.
Don't be mulish! Come in with us instead of driving us to distraction; the minute you do so, all will go right.
When I wrote £200, I was writing common sense. £50 means forlorn hope tactics. £20 means immediate smash here plus dishonour—but you don't mind that, or understand what the word means to a man, the seizure of all papers, pictures, clothes etc. Schönheimer [Crowley's landlord] must be paid: £13 (P.S. This is not a promise to come over if I receive £20.)
You promised £500 to carry on for 6 months; you even tried to get it in a quite stupid way; and now you leave us flat. Don't try to shift the blame on my shoulders! I am doing my utmost to live economically etc: you do nothing but make scenes.
I hate to think that you imagine I want to hurt Bill [Bertha Busch]. The whole thing is your own fault.
And, so far, I have kept my temper.
It would be easier if Gwen Otter [Gwendolyn Otter] or Knowles [Guy Knowles] could put us up for a couple of weeks. I certainly want no hotels.
Now what else can I do but walk out if I've no place to live. I wish you'd talk business instead of this mixture of callousness and slop.
Also, I'm not going to be so mean as to leave here without paying the servant her R.M. 80.
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