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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
The Gardens Middle Warbury Road Torquay
Oct 22 1940
Dear Louis
So good of you to answer mine so promptly—see enclosed! I can’t make head or tail any more of the news; but I don’t like my interlineations of recent papers. And I hear more personal stories of damage to London than my idea of the Law of Probablities approves. I’m worrying Minnie at present about their psychological folly. Now they have ‘released’ the invasion story of Sept. 16, we still have no details. Nor have they admitted the Cornish Coast story—which I have heard from 3 eye-witnesses, and one at second hand. Then Gerald Hamilton writes me that he heard, during 9 o’clock news, the bomb that hit the B.B.C. with the screams of the wounded, and the work of the rescue squad. Many millions have heard it all: the official Bosche listeners—in heard, then whom do they hope to deceive? It doesn’t matter a damn if it were not for Aesop. Nobody believes any official propaganda, or newspaper statement, any more. They wrote to tell me this themselves!! I inquired, reasonably, I think, why we should maintain them any longer in their guilty splendour. Bah! I become garrulous—but, “fill me with the old familiar juice, perhaps”—I think the simplest plan will be to buy a barmaid. Sherman was right!
Thine
Aleister
Do write me, just for fun, whether you have anything to say or no. “It’s lonely at the top” as Cecil B. de Mille said.
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