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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Edward Noel Fitzgerald
The Gardens.
Oct. 18. 1940.
Dear Noel,
93.
No shame at all. (1) I expected to be away for a day or two only: a week at the most. (2) I had no idea where I was going. The raids bucked me up immensely, but I couldn't settle to work: I was too interested watching the fireworks, or interpreting the various bangs. So I let the Hand guide me for once! This is a garden flat, with all subtropical flowers and trees. I might be in the South of France; a study with solid comfortable furniture—no grimcracks. Fine big bedroom with twin beds, one at the present vacant. Big kitchen. Gas, electricity, all I need. But no food for curry. If you want to be friendly, take the enclosed list to Barber. I believe I owe you £10 already: I remember trying to pay you, but you were away; and, later money ran out. Be a sport! If you need a change, I can put you up; or, if an occupant turns up, find you a bed outside, and you can eat here. But let me know well in advance.
93 93/93.
F∴[raternal]ly,
Aleister.
[Enclosed list mentioned as follows.] Pillaf Rice 14 lb. Madras curry powder—2 big tins. Col Skinners Chutney—2 big bottles. Turmeric 1/4 lb. Tamarinds 1/4 lb. Pepper Water Balls—large jar. Bamboo pickle in oil—2 jars. Chilli powder—1/2 lb. Green-red-Birds eye Chillies—2 bottles of each, if only they have them. Poppadums, Madras pack—2 large tins. Bombay Duck—2 large boxes. Zambar powder—1 lb. Vindalu Paste—2 bottles.
P.S. Asthma vanished in the last 4 days. I feel sure is subconscious anxiety: I'm worried at getting no answers from about a dozen people. This has goaded me into sending enclosed to the P.M.G. Perhaps you can improve on it; if so, go to it.
Love,
A.C.
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