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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Charles Cammell
The Gardens, Middle Warbury Road, Torquay.
29 Sept 40
Cher amie.
Guided by heavenly wisdom I came here. I found myself walking 6 miles up hills and long steep flights of steps without discomfort! My own wisdom bade me stay. Then the heavenly branch of the business took a hand again, and led me to a perfect haven for the winter. Lost in the hills, a room made for study opens on to a noble garden with a prospect of illimitable beauty. Big bedroom—twin beds—large well-appointed kitchen—good bathroom—use of typewriter. I jumped with both feet. So that is that. I must now get an intombizman [?] and settle down to work.
If you are near 15, please drop in on Mrs. G. She may be perplexed about the odd things I want sent down here.
I shall be very glad of your news. Apparently Richmond has been collecting planes. Did you get that letter off? Accounts from people staying here, dispersed from the various parts of London, agree; my conclusion is that there is not much choice as to damage [?] though I suspect S.E and E are heavier, being in the straight line.
I hope you and M. are safe and well. I miss you a whole lot, though I haven't had much time to mope. I go into this new flat on the 1st: paid up in advance, so I can't return the dimmy [?] o'Goblin for a few days.
Best love! Hoping to hear from you soon.
Yours ever
Aleister.
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