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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
c/o Major Viscount Tredegar Tredegar Park, Newport, Monmonthshire.
June 18 [1943]
C∴F∴
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Here for a bit, and not having letters sent me from 93 [93 Jermyn St], so thought I'd let you know in case you had had one of your spasms, and condescended to notice me.
Nice here, but makes me heartsick (somehow) for Boleskine!
I needed a rest badly; this last 6 weeks I nearly killed myself with work. All is clear now for the Tarot [The Book of Thoth], except for the extra bit I wrote to you about.
I sleep the clock round, or listen to the soft whisper of the rain.
It is deliciously drowsy.
Shall hope to hear from you when I get back.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally,
666.
Aleister.
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