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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
[On paper of Grand Hotel, Torquay, with “Grand Hotel” crossed out.]
Louis Wilkinson Grove Heart Ripley Surrey
Oct. 9
Dear Louis
You delayed your appearance, and now I have evanished in the mist for 6 months.
I have a lovely place here: great gardens with palmetic bulrushes, cypress and anything else to-day, sir; a goodly view on wooded hills, full shelter from the N & E; the sea within a mile.
No Asthma—& alas! no cunt. I fear I must import it.
One Horace Sykes Bickers [Horace Sheridan-Bickers] here resident claims to have been your most intimate friend at Cambridge. He thought that Marlow proved your descent from Marlowe, and was rather dashed when I asked him about the ‘e’. But there, he is like that! Do you know him? (He occurs as Gnaggs in the Hag [The Confessions of Aleister Crowley]: story of how he nearly murdered an aged professor, a total stranger, thinking that he was the lover of his wife who had just divorced him for adultery, and over whose morals he was therefore especially fitted to watch)
What are your plans for the winter? Should you be passing, I could put you up after a fashion.
Let me hear in any case.
Ever yours
Aleister
I hear that they have decided not to bomb the West End any more, for fear of hitting the Foreign Office.
A.C.
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