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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
S.W.1.
Oct 1 [1943]
My dear Cordelia,
(May I? It's such a lovely name, and I have never known any one to whom I could say it until now.)
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
How kind of you to bring me that portentous seal! It has delayed my writing, though, taking all my spare time trying to make it work!
Extenuating circumstances about my long silence: Every morning I missed At Dawn; Every mealtime I missed The Eel; I wondered if my ribald comments had aroused the noble ire of the outraged poet!
No, really, I have been in such a very flat spin, nay more, in so very steep a nose-dive, that I just couldn't bring myself to pass on my bad temper: any letter I wrote would have come out all soggy and stupid. The unremitting annoyance of my odontological Odyssey was an obsession, for one thing: for another, I am having all sorts of trouble with my mules in California. They seem incapable of attending to anything but the misadventures of their "amours"—as I am sure they call them!—and they write interminable reams of drivel about them, and hardly ever a word of the infinitely important Work which they are there to carry on. As if I could be interested in anything else!
Well, I don't see why I should inflict all my woes upon you; so bless you, and good-night!
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours devotedly,
A.C.
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