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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Wilfred Talbot Smith
Mapleton House, 39 Coventry Str. W.1.
15 Dec 34
C∴F∴
93
I have tried for a month to write this letter: always futile.
The truth is that the situation is always desperate: but with big hopes. Then some relief arrives—never nearly enough; and as the old hopes fade away, or get hung up, new prospects open. I have every chance of being thrown out into the street to-morrow: but then on Wednesday I may find myself in control of a nice publishing house; and at any moment I may find a big contract for a film. And so it goes.
But I weep when any one says "Shirts and shoes"—they are just the two serious wants!
Anyhow, your contribution is always very welcome indeed. It always seems to arrive when the crisis is most acute.
About the registration. You form is all right; but why didn't you send me the papers for approval? As it is, you have called the Order "Supreme Holy King"! Absurd: enough to send any educated man to the next planet but six in horror! My own private title too!
I shall send you Word [of the Equinox] immediately if any thing worth while happens; don't think I'm neglecting you folks! But it is infernally hard to write when the next 24 hours may falsify every word of the letter.
Give my love and blessings to all the BB [Blessed Brethren].
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F∴[raternal]ly
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