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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
Bell [Bell Inn]
23rd [1944]
Dear Cordelia,
93.
See the effect of you! No sooner were you away than I went on with the lamp. Took off wall plug, found fault (wire burnt out), got [illegible] to take out fuse, mended wire, restored connexion, got S. to put finishing touch: perfect success. But for you I should still have been cursing the Aylesbury swine. Now, oh so comfy
Really bad raid here 2.12 – 3 A.M. till after 3.30. Endless multitude of planes over, with search-lights, odd sparks, mysterious flashes. No sound of gunfire. I went down to explore, nothing special but man prowling around with torch. I was most unhappy about Gov.
In case you burnt my letter, this is gramophone dope. Cupboard where glass and china was, 2 bay drawers above; record and music in one of these, or left; also, envelope with the special needles. (Is one of the dies from T. and H. here too? If so, they want it. There are stacks of the prated song in one of the cupboards: easy to find. I want about 50. Also a dozen copies each of The Fun of the Fair and The City of God. This ought not to be too exacting for either you or Tub [Alice Upham]. But if you have 5 minutes more to spare I wish you'd get some sense out of Mrs. Henderson: also the knickers and the smoking-jacket. They are really too bad—when I asked to pay my account, too!
I am writing to Miss Manning, so I'll ask her to get all ready for you; make a parcel with my grey pyjama shorts and silk blouses to go with them.
How I enjoyed yesterday! But it's too much like these bumbles—the light goes out without warning. the engine stops, down she comes with a thud. A week here would do you lots and lots of good. Wilkinson [Louis Wilkinson] is coming Monday.
93 93/93.
Love in buckets,
A.C.
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