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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
57, Petersham Road, Richmond, Surrey.
25th January, 1940.
My dear Yorke,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Please note the above address which is in the telephone book under the name of Chutney.
I have been guarding the Holy Grail in Richmond.
There doesn't seem much news except that the Tarot [The Book of Thoth] is going on steadily. It's at that annoying stage where one never gets any nearer the end, because as fast as one does new cards, one finds flaws in the old ones, but at least we are thinking far enough ahead to consider the question of booking a gallery for the show. It is hard to tell what the season is going to be like. It is really ridiculous having people barging about, invading first one country, then the other, and then not doing it. If our propaganda in U.S.A. had not been so abominably ill-done, it might all have been over by now; but we send people who dine at the best houses and meet all the so-called important magnates; and do not understand the temperament of the people or what they are thinking.
I should have written earlier to thank you for your Christmas present, but I have been waiting to get hold of one to send you back, and I haven't got it yet. There have been delays and delays about everything, but I hope that any moment things will straighten themselves and you shall hear from me at once. You do not give me an address, so I am pushing this off to Forthampton. You might let me know how a parcel will get to you most quickly.
Love is the law, love under will,
Yours fraternally,
666.
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