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Correspondence from Lady Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
The Golden Cockerel Chipping Campden, Glos.
Sept. 14th [1939]
Dear Aleister,
Just got your letter. You will know I have the notes, but how you got them out and sent them and none of those chuckle-heads at Morton House know yet that you have done so, is indeed a mystery.
I am better, I know you are quite right, my spiritual state has been sadly neglected, perhaps because I have been trying to paint and live Percy's life at the same time.
Now these circumstances are giving me a chance. I have had 3 days rest, the first in 2 years and I've even had time to read a bit of Magic and try to assimilate yr. book. How satisfying to ones inside hunger. That old doctor told me I looked spiritually half starved and you don't believe until the last 2 days I have not had time to feed myself.
Now my reputation as a coward and shirker will protect me I hope and I have had an opportunity while I have tried to cut the jungle round my caravan to look at these glorious apples and pears on my trees. They are so miraculous and so beautiful.
I understand you and [Justy?] are juggling the furniture. Good. Please I would like my own bed and pillows, eider-down and blankets, 2 arm-chairs a table to use in the back dressing room as it was Mothers, a writing desk, the green dressing table in the bath dressing room will do—a wardrobe from the maids room green and lined with giraffes and any cupboard that can be spared and also if possible the carpet in [ . . . ]
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