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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
[Undated: circa Summer 1940]
My dear Aleister,
I am a bit worried. The princess is behaving most queer! She won't have any nice tidy lines and I really don't know if she will be alright. She is certainly no relation of the first sample submitted. I think when I have smacked her, I shall have to post her to you, and you can tear her up or retain her as she strikes you. Oh dear I am tired. I have battled with her blaring wriggles till the eye falls out and she has burnt my throat and I can't swallow.
Now then.
No 2. Miss Bach has unearthed some form of Raven for the Writing Desk to sit at and I think if I remember rightly it is a solid feathered type but not a polished scion of old family. But perhaps thrusting the knee in the aperture between the phalanx of drawers you can! No! this is getting like the Princess, out of control.
I hope anyhow your honorable self will be satisfied.
Chang!
(Chinese note of inquiry)
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