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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
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Aug 13th (My birthday!)
My dearest Aleister,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law—
What a muddle we get in when Rumour rushes in—
My dear and most revered, I think you are the most wonderful person for me I have met in my life. I only complain that you have made my faults so apparent to me that I am unnerved and make every effort in the time remaining to me to cure them. My inaccuracy drives me mad, my impatience makes me ache—My suspicions are not native to me, I have only acquired them from association with people who constantly suspect everyone who is real and nice and does not conform to their standard.
My dear about accusing you of theft, that, at least, you should not gnaw in secret or openly—The question was put to me but I rejected it. What I did believe was that one day, when . . .
Percy [Percy Harris] is coming here earlier that I expected so it won't be easy for me to get to see you until Sept.
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