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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
140 Piccadilly W.1.
Aug 1 [1942]
Dear Louis,
93.
Ever the great George Smith did it once too often!
Frieda [Frieda Harris] is re-opening the show [exhibition of the Tarot cards] at the R.S.P.W.C. [Royal Society of Painter in Water Colour] in Conduit St. for 3 weeks on the 4th: circularizes the Press (Collin [Collin Brooks] sent me the notice) and doesn't let me know.
I was not fooled by the flatteries which she lavished on me last time she dropped in; nor was the Vat of Madeira.
I don't know why everyone takes me for an absolute No. 1 B.F. [Bloody Fool] do I look like one? I sometimes think that it's because they don't believe in Magick, and, knowing that I do (though they don't understand what I mean by it) suppose me credulous and gullible.
Curiously, this last surprise bucked me up immensely. "I float on a tide of bloody foam through innavigable seas where suns blaze on the masts of myriad agonies"
[illegible]! And it has taken me 31 years to notice it!
I did 5 hours really hard continuous work this afternoon.
Still, I shall welcome that retreat. But—I do see fun coming!
93 93/93.
Yours,
Aleister.
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