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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Pearl Brooksmith
S.W.1.
28-12-42 E.V.
My darling Eve,
93.
Sweet of you to write, but I wish your news was better—or even, more variegated! You never seem to get anywhere: I’m not happy about you. You did ought to be in perpetual Paradise, you dearest sweetest loveliest Ninny that ever was!
I shall send a “Fun” [Fun of the Fair] with this; it ought to cheer you up, and might help you to sell one or two to local nobility!
’ve been worn out & ill all the week; better now. But dreadfully worried about cash. A cable sent on the 19th hasn’t come yet! Damn Xmas!
93 93/93.
Your lover,
Aleister
[enclosed in this letter were two order blanks for Crowley's The Fun of the Fair.]
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