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Correspondence from Karl Germer to Aleister Crowley
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[Undated: circa 1943]
I'd better slow down. I'm getting hot under the collar. Can't even type straight. However, in American slang, "it burns me up" to see the Order, and all it stands for, represented as a Seventh Ave Social Club, with "who slept with whom" vieing with drunk exhibitionism as the topic of the moment . . . I am no prude, but neither do I care for obscenity and vulgarity in my sexual life. Nor do I think it a good foundation on which to build a stable, worthwhile Lodge of the Order. Do you?
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