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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Isidore Kerman
S.W.1.
Jan 3 [1943]
Dear Kerman,
93.
Your list of books to hand. (I remember some were water-damaged by Pickford's!) But I can do nothing till this accursed cable comes.
The whole of my business activities—paralysed.
Yet there are dozens of urgent things to do.
The delay has already spoilt the perfectly cooked dinner of the French song. When I can start on it again, it will be worse than if I'd never gone at it at all.
This state of affairs seems periodically, and will do so until I get a man with brains and energy to manage me.
As soon as this cash comes I shall ask you to find a day for lunch and the inspection of affairs at this end.
I have found at last the real obstacle to full success. It can be cleared away at once, when I have some one to put in a few hours seeing certain people.
Excuse my incoherence—this waiting is driving me cuckoo!
93 93/93.
Yours sincerely,
Aleister Crowley.
P.S. You see from enclosed what holders of books think of their value.
My regular income should turn up not later than next week: then, at last, I shall face you without too much shame. A.C.
Maisky has just bought a "Fun of the Fair"—great!
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