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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
S.W.1.
July 22 [1943]
Dear Mrs. Sutherland,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
With shame this pen assumes it's melancholy office: a wee ama' pen and yet its owner is too worn to speed it.
This day was sacred to your Figure Genethiacal; when lo! the postman heaved his load upon these stooping shoulders—a budget of most urgent cries from California, not by any manner of means to be postponed—nay, not for an hour! So in the still night let me humble myself before your righteous wrath, and crave indulgence: until Monday.
Now then we touch the care of these ill fortunes: seru acu tetigi! For look you now, I just can't carry on with one too transient twig for all my staff. As one used to say in Kawakura: [illegible]—No have got—no can do. Do you by any happy chance know any one that wants a part-time job, say a couple of hours 3 days a week? An interesting job, mark you! none of your esteemed favour of the umpteenth ult F.O.B. E and O. E. but real good fun, settling the love affairs of muddled youngsters in the back clocks!
I did manage to get Berward's horror [horoscope] off to him to-day, though; it took the girl the best part of a week to type it. Ask him to shew it to you; I'm not quite sure that it may not upset him; some of it is pretty sulphurous—and I toned it down, too, as much as I dared!
Now will you do one thing for me? Lord Tredegar [Evan Morgan] promised to lend me the correspondence between him and the O.H.M. He said you could find it. If so, please let me have it as soon as convenient.
I'm going to tear myself away from the two books, and send them, this week-end.
Please give my most cordial salutations to Evan and the Faun; and think kindly of your devoted.
Aleister Crowley
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