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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
Mar 28 1944
93 J.S. [93 Jermyn St]. WH1: 9331
Dear Louis
Don’t think me too much of a pig for not answering yours of 13th. Jermyn Street being now a main thoroughfare the racket is perpetual; the raids put the lid on. My nerves just went with a bang. At last I forced myself to go to Cambridge for a week-end: the two days have nearly restored me to normal, though but for a moment. Work is really impossible. I am looking for a place to go for a month or six weeks to finish my “50-letter” book [Magick without Tears] Can you help me? Not too far from town, and reasonable comfort especially in re warmth. Do suggest something, if you are at the moment in a possible place, book it & phone me. This is important: if you commit me to action, I leap! But “info” alone—I should lack courage to make arrangements!
Thanks: coal, logs, liquor and money are all now in the Bill of Fare again. Work is the only snag. I shall hope to see you soon, but I would like it to be ‘away’ rather than ‘home’. I find I can’t even converse with people here: all on edge. Bless you for ever if you can find me a funk hole.
Yours
Aleister
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