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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
8th. [undated: circa 1944]
Dearest Cordelia,
93.
Really too all in to write; this envel[ope] and card open for 3 days; I just can't.
Thanks for Virge and the Beautiful Miss [Janet] Taylor. She disdains all knowledge of Abraham Brown the sailor; so it may be another G.M.T.
I shall try to pick up soon, and write or even come up—why not? work is out of the ?
93 93/93.
So sorry to be so rotten.
Love [illegible],
A.C.
P.S. Got F.[ortnum] and M.[ason] parcel. Thanks, and ta muchly, and I am deeply [illegible] of your kindness.
J.B. and C., also B and I, are directly on your way to and from the Embassy. So I shall ask you boldly to look for spectacle-frames and stockings. (No news of the lost coupons? don't they answer at all anymore?)
I enclose a note for Upchurch. I think it's better than writing him direct. The Tub [Alice Upham] (Mrs. Speller 24 Effington] Road [illegible] N.8. is coming next Tuesday for sure; she could collect: from you—H. and B. are always being shut.)
I'm too wretched even to think of these necessities; do manage the week-end!
A.C.
Why don't you persuade the Doctor to make himself a little country retreat in your house?
He will be quite happy if a bedroom were furnished with a camp bed, and all like a soldier but with electric fire. I stand the 'lounge' needs only a writing desk and table (which he would put in) some shelves for books (ditto) only you would have to take away your pictures and let him bring his own. Remove one or two chairs.
You could get this ready by end Sept., and he could use it for week-ends and through the winter.
He will eat at the Bell, but would want to make his breakfast sometimes in the morning, using your kitchen.
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