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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Sascha Germer
Aston Clinton Bucks.
June 10 [1944]
Dear Sascha,
This is where I am—I hope for the summer—since April 8. The changes, rest, quiet, comparative absence of worry, have combined to improve my health out of all knowledge.
Your current thrilled me—if the girls are as good as the programme, you should have made a terrific killing. I await eagerly news that this was so.
To-day I am just a little strained; Lady Harris [Frieda Harris] has come for a night, and I have to be polite, which is always irksome. But chiefly—I have at least a dozen letters to answer, and the subjects for 6 or 8 of my letters in the 50-letter series which is to be the basis of my next book [Magick Without Tears]—"Magic for Morons" ought to be the title! It is to answer all the natural questions that a beginner, or a person just curious about it, would put. And I can't even get the ghost of a secretary. It's too awful, having to sit down and write 3000 words or so right-off—I daren't stop, once I start, or the spell is broken. Dictation is so much easier. Still, I pull through somehow.
This is a delightful place of its tame kind. I must say I miss Beauty of the sort I always loved. A Canadian Canoe on Lake Pasquanay would please me much better. One misses the natural uplift of the Spirit that wild scenery has always given me.
I am ashamed of having neglected Karl [Karl Germer] so much in the early part of the year; but the situation was always changing, and making anything I might say too silly! And my nerves were, in any case, so rotten that I couldn't face it.
There's something a parcel of material on the way; no news of it yet; will write the minute it turns up. Meanwhile, 1000 thanks.
I must stop now.
With great love and very best wishes for you both.
Yours,
Aleister.
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