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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Karl Germer
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[Undated: circa May 1942]
At Xmas or thereabouts the manageress of No. 10 Hanover went on the drink and started elaborate swindles; arrested, tried, bound over. But the bosses were worse, adding blackmail . . . to the rest. And my only two good big suitcases have been lost or stolen. . . . Well, it meant two moves inside a week. This broke me.
[after Crowley moved, everything was "lovely" until] the owner manager developed homicidal mania; dashed upstairs in the middle of the night, in pajamas, and attacked a party two rooms away from mine. I thought this excessive, even in wartime. A C.I.D. man (I had asked police to find my luggage) recommended this place. Pretty queer too, but I think I can stick it.
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