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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
Louis Wilkinson Grove Heart Ripley Surrey
27 Aug 43
Dear Louis
Deemst that thy Post Card can atone The crime of leaving me alone? Days passed—you left me unaware That you were breathing London air. Unsmoked my last Havanas wait, Undrunk what's left of '58; Alone, amid v.l.s. and scholia, Sombre I sit, while melancholia Draws its grey gloomy curtain o'er The little wits I had before. Somehow I must invoke some joy—Oh Come forth at last, my treasured Hoye De Monterrey, come '58 And thou, my "Mr Amberthwaite"!
So here I am, by a damned great bloody good fire, settled (more or less) for the evening. Now what about page 15? May I offer a few suggestions?
"Schloss Krüschen" Château Tourment (?)" : or "Beauchamp Abbey" – "de la Tonnerre" "Cascara Falls" "chez Houbigant". (in U.S.A.) "Turn Avenue".
No news—Bayley's Op[eration]n successful—Cathrine's thumbs being cut open again—The Christ-Child [Vyvyan Deacon], blind drunk, got strangulated hernia; they cut him up with about an hour and a half to spare—I'm teething: the worst begins next Thursday, and the man promises to fix me up in a week. I don't believe a word of it. Frieda [Frieda Harris] twisted her back! That's all I think: I'll ring up and post this and get back to Mr A[mberthwaite].
Yours ever
Aleister
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