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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Edward Noel Fitzgerald
93 Jermyn St.
Dec 28 1942.
Dear Noel.
93.
Many thanks for yours of n[o] d[ate] especially for the addenda to the Mass O[bservation on Liber OZ] [see 12 October 1942 letter]. Most useful. Perhaps I was wrong about you being "mean". It may well be that it hurts you so much to be able to be open handed and generous as you would wish, that you simply cannot bear to face any situation that makes a call on you, and so you shy away from it. Anyhow there is no doubt hat you do shy; I've noticed it for years. And I don't believe you have bought a book of mine since I've known you; at least from me, though you have from booksellers. What you say about making friends shews that there is something very wrong with you. It always amazes me that you picked up girls of such unbelievable stupidity! Not at all the kind one expects from 98.8732% of the cattle, but a stupidity fulminating, blinding, coruscating; staggering trumpet blasts of it. It was bewildering in its unfitness; for the outstanding quality of your mind is its delicacy, complete with swift and subtle penetration, with instinctive good taste. Explain! I have put the body of your letter itself in the M.O. envelope. Compare it with W's analysis? My dear boy, it will take a mind much more acute than mine to say who wrote which! Except that you spelt "fundamentally" with one "L". Fie! Honest to God, I'm proud of you. Carry on! I should have answered this before, but have been driven almost to death, and out of sorts as well. Worse, badly worried about cash.
93 93/93
Yours ever,
A.C.
P.S. Do go fully into the 'making friends' part. To analyze would help you in itself; but also, I may be able to spot the root of the trouble, and perhaps extricate it.
A.C.
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