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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
Aston, Clinton Bucks.
July 20 [1944]
Oh thou most tantalizing teaseress!
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The call came back when I was seeing you off. I left well alone.
Not in a newspaper, the Mason; in the booth. I knew I’d seen you take it.
Can you give me the address of Bey Ras (né Caid Bămun)? I want to join his “Naughty Nudist Nursery” on the grounds of Woman’s Faithlessness. That [illegible], now—just the moment when the monkey-house rises, and girls get-holiday, for one to come to me for a fortnight or more, and do 2 hours a day (average) for say £2.10.0 a week.
You did give me a delightful day; but regret to have to confess that no sooner was your back turned when I fell from Grace, and started another beastly letter! In a way, of course, it’s your fault for making me feel so full of pep. (That’s my Aleister, sneered she; always finds a way to blame somebody else.)
I had better keep Mason till your next visit—it isn’t mine, and the P.[ost] O.[ffice] might play tricks. You should go over (say) two King side and One Q[ueen] side openings in [illegible], thoroughly; he’s so good at explaining why the opening moves must be played just so. Do please do this, and go through them with me next week. Thanks again for a glorious day!
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours,
A.C.
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