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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
From Berlin.
Die
June 6 [1932].
C∴[are] F∴[rater]
93.
Dear Slippery Joe (a good 3º=8o motto!)
The rotten part of it is not that you should do a trifling kindness to Bill [Bertha Busch] in return for her devotion to, and affection for, you, though I can understand you saying so. The rotten part is coming. And it has nothing to do with consuls and smashes of my life's work. No, you should read Euripides. Observe (he says) how in this whole affair nothing that we expected came to pass, but just exactly all that we did not expect!
Do you really suppose that I let Bill go to London without having a definite plan of campaign? I wish you were a chess-player of other than the happy-go-lucky one move to next kind. I assure you that my silence is extremely fertile. And I do think that it is perfectly sickeningly disgusting of you to inflict such totally unnecessary pain on those who by Victorian standards should be nearest and dearest to you.
However, nothing can be done about it until I hear from Stockholm; and I bet I'm in for a bit of wigging myself! I blame myself severely for ever having fallen in with your worldly-wise ideas of policy.
Now I do want to lean in to you over the £20.
(1) You propose the totally illegal course, which, if Dennes had not stopped you, would have landed you in jail, of paying from the Trust Fund directly to Frau Schönhermier [Crowley's landlady].
(2) Frau Schönhermier has left Berlin Alarums and excursions—? Power of Attorney ? Forward money—God knows in what form!—to her—
(3) I arrange matters with Fritz S. [?] [Frau Schönhermier's son].
(4) You send the money, not telegraphically as ordered, but by post.
(5) It arrives. All the Schönhermier's have departed for "foreign parts".
(6) I have hell's own job to find any one to receive the money. It's really a pity I'm an honest man—and also a pity that some others are not.
(7) Here is a perfectly simple transaction, and you mess it all up incredibly by injecting the poison of your perversions.
(8) You had better read through your record again.
Talking of records, I wish you'd get that thing of Germer's [Karl Germer] from the Lady Leoline, as Coleridge would have said. There's oodles of boodle in publishing it; and the copyright is of course mine.
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F∴[raternal]ly
666.
P.S. Has Regardie [Israel Regardie] a copy of original? If so let me have it. I'm on to publishing just now.
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