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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Edward Noel Fitzgerald
Feb 27 1943.
Dear Noel.
93.
At last! Hope you'll like it, anyhow. Had some more [Liber OZ cards] done last week, one very striking. Will send a proof soon. Sorry you have been ill again—and bugger the weather! Fine and cold down here, though I can form no judgment about the war from the 'facts' doled out. Mostly lies, and deliberately misleading, even when "true". But I think the Hun at home has had just about his bellyful. I've seen no one for months. Mike [Michael Juste] still thieving in Museum St. [at the Atlantis bookshop] I believe. I have a B-i-M [Bagh-i-Muattar]: will exchange it for a First Folio Shakespeare in perfect condition.
I'm in constant agony: nearly starving—one disaster after another. All plans wrecked—all lost but courage and honour. Write soon and cheer me up!
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F∴[raternal]ly,
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