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Correspondence from Frieda Harris to Aleister Crowley
[undated: circa late 1941]
[first portion of letter is missing]
Do not forget those pictures are set now and difficult to alter.
I have no stimulus from you about the Princes—but I am doing an oil when I can extract a few minutes, so they can wait your Breath.
A few pointers seem to indicate a journey to Devonshire in early December or November. Liman North Devonshire Aleister Torquay and Raufman at Minehead. If I can I want to take the short course of geometry 3 weeks in Dec. under Raufman at Minehead. It will clarify some of my geometrical conceptions. He has sent me very good notes on the cone.
So I hope to see you soon. Don't, Aleister, say “like me a little”. If I may aspire to such a position, your are my friend and when my friends are rude to me I cannot remember it. They remain the cone, the eye, the node, from which is generated all the pleasure I have in life.
Love is the law, love under will.
Au revoir,
Frieda Harris
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I don't know. I think this little a bit savvy don't you—it is late. I feel as flat as the sole I ate for supper. Carelessly cooked it was and so, so, dull. [small drawing of a flat sole]
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