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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
Rolling Stone Orchard Chipping Campden Glos
Nov. 3rd, 1939
Dear Aleister,
The picture did not arrive because my friends at Woolstaplers Hall were away and the house shut up and you know I have never lived there, and when your letters don't arrive it is because they are away and there is no one to take in letters. It would be much better to write to the above address. The picture has arrived safely now. I have written to Michael Juste. Steptoe must have finished more photographs as he sent me the account.
I think I have found someone to continue stretching the pictures and mounting them at Leamington and am going to see him on Sunday I hope. There is a lot of work to be done on those mounts.
I think it would be a good plan if you could arrange to come here one day next week and see the Swords. I have a superstitious horror of bringing them all unbalanced to London.
As it is, we are driven mad with soldiers here and if I don't get on with the Pantacles this will be a garrison town (I know that is incorrectly spelt but I have no dictionary and the longer I look at it the more peculiar it looks).
I find the pub “The Noel Arms” is quite nice. Would next Tuesday suit you. There is a good train from Paddington 1.45 arriving Chipping Campden 4.24 and a station bus to bring you from the station. You might like to stay Wednesday and return Thursday as they tell me, the rooms are not available at the week-end. Please let me know at once if this is possible for you—I shall hope you will come as my guest. I will send ticket if I can.
I only hope the Swords are alright for I can't do them again.
I have followed your instructions with meticulous care.
About yr curtains. The ones at Whiteleys are much too small. Those windows are enormous. If you need them Mrs. Blanche tells me she has seen some blankets which will look alright. I have used them here instead of curtains and find them most cozy and look quite nice. I do not want to buy curtains for that flat as I want to give it up.
I am doing the King of Pantacles. I didn't like what I had done. Someone has lent me a genuine flail—it is like this
a lovely instrument of solid wood. Most difficult to manage.
Why don't you like my egg question. Is it because you don't know the answer? I think it is interesting because the living egg must be charged with, let us call it, electric current to make it move. To me it is a magical feat. I thought it would be to you. There is no trick and it is the country people's method of testing eggs here.
Yours ever,
F. H.
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