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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
11 Manor Place. W.2. PAD: 1580
12 Nov [1937]
C∴[are] F∴[rater] V.I.
93.
I pulled off the deal at Luton, but on very hard terms which allow me no personal relief whatever. So I have to write to you. The long struggle is wearing me out very fast. Even to-day's success fails to encourage me as it should. I merely feel like Nelson, with not even Hardy to kiss me.
The landlady is at the limit of her patience. I've told her to sell the Asthmaton: I may as well choke as starve.
I had a letter from James, which we ought to consider at once. Will you ring me PAD: 1580 first thing to-morrow morn.
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