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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
The Mall, Chiswick.
[Undated: circa November 1939]
Dear Aleister,
I wrote to you last night in a bit of a hurry. All my papers and books are still a bit mixed up tho I have the Tarot in safety, but my hand is still stiff and not good for work.
Thank you so much for your Tarot writings. They are so good and so dynamic that I got quite elated as I read them and found myself in a whirl, in fact I had to put them away. In particular I find the general character of the cards . . . most illuminating. I do congratulate you. The Great Work is indeed in progress. I do wish I had fire and air and water and earth to draw with.
Directly I have put up these fussy black blinds for which I am haunted by the Police and got rid of some jungles of grass I am going to work like mad, the Aces won't do, and what I am to do with Mercury after your description I can't think. Leave it like Michael Angelo did the face of Christ. But I wonder if those heavy arms are nearly right. He is a powerful god. Surely the Ape should move, not the Eternal Figure. What do you think? I am so grateful to have a change to try and help yr. labours.
Would you go and see Michael and ask him to send to Yates at once the sizes of those pictures he has from the edge of the mount. Yates is bothering me to give him the exact size as he can't get on with the albums. I have no mounted pictures here. If you don't require the blankets in Miss Falconer's room, may I have them. I am cold here.
Please don't come down yet—I am not ready and I should only get fussed and nervous. Not the week-end too for everywhere is crowded and Percy [Percy Harris] is about perhaps.
I am rationed for petrol so I can't fetch and carry you. Some of these privations like petrol and night-lights are lovely. The sky here at night is glorious and one's eyes are rested by the absence of trumpets of illumination also no-one can come and see one after dark—what a chance reading and solitude. Ye Gods what treasures!! I am limited to 3 minutes on the telephone price 2/ any time. I don't think we can buy 2/ of conversation in that time?
How is the asthma? What a mess the flat must be in. Could you not rope in someone to wash the floors and the bath and the sink and the stove? In despair perhaps Mrs. Blanch could speak to Hughes who works once a week for her and he might come up after he has done her work. He is only slightly dirty.
Yours ever,
Frieda
I do agree about Miss Falconer and her like, they are my curse!
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