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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
93 Jermyn Street S.W.1. WH1:9331
March 30. [1943]
My dear Gerald,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Realize that it's 18 months since I heard from (or of) you? I've been a little anxious now and again—of course these days people do shoot off to all sorts of places that no one ever heard of before!
All the same, I should have been surpassing glad to know that you were well and pushing along the victory.
As for me I got an admirable tune for
La Gauloise—now
rechristened L'etincelle, just in case!—and all was going to
be fun and feasting when trouble came in California and
knocked me sideways as far as active work was concerned
until a few days ago. Now I'm pressing towards the mark of
my high calling with the "City of God"—you
never wrote re
"The
Fun of the Fair" in Dec—
As for the Tarot [The Book of Thoth], everything is still at a standstill. I'm hoping for good news in the next week or two; will let you know when I can.
I admit I've been slack about writing you; but I was discouraged when you didn't answer earlier efforts.
Health about as usual; got through winter without any serious trouble. My leech rejoices that I am down to 10 st 7 lbs—and so am I. The treatment which has kept spasmodic attacks at bay has eased the strain on the poor old ticker; so has the loss of weight.
I'm doing a good deal of odd stuff: e.g. translations of some more Fleur de Mal, rather successfully.
Well, that's most of my news; what about a spot of yours? or have you completely forgotten your very old friend?
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours ever,
Aleister.
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which wasn't like you, which
did rather
worry me—published this very week as ever I 'opes, m'lud.