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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
6 Hasker Str. S.W.3.
July 15 1938
Dear Louis
Glad to hear you’re back in Blighty. I look forward to August with untempered joy. And yet—I may be motoring to Cornwall about the end of next week to see my small son [Aleister Ataturk] and discovering. In this case I may descend upon you with a shout, and with the voice of the Archangel, and with the Trump of God, and cadge a sandwich. The ellipse shall come full circle when I see you. I want to tell you fully; you do understand so well conditions in the U.S.A. Your advice might be invaluable. I never heard of your new books in the Hermit Crabbed, Tourist-cabin, and overdraft-confined life. Amend it, sir, of your bounty. I never pass a bookseller without asking peremptorily for the latest Louis Marlow [Louis Wilkinson]; they always promise to find out; they never do.
Paddock calls. Anon.
Yrs.
Aleister
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