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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Nancy Cunard
Aston Clinton, Bucks.
[Undated: circa August 1944]
Beloved Dream Woman that you are!
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
It was sweet of you to say you would come over. This week, however, is rather messy. I have to go to Tring one day, but I don't know which. Tuesday is n[o] g[ood] Thursday or Friday someone coming to lunch—don't know which. And H. and B. let me down over the Uisge [whiskey] last month. But I hope my "Thursday or Friday pal" will bring out 4 bottles.
I do wish you were on the telephone. But you can ring me: Aston Clinton 4. Will you do so on Tuesday morning between 10 and 10.30? By then I ought to know my free days.
I am very excited about your French book. But I'm not happy about your going back to Paris. I must send you my sonnet—no copy here. La Gauloise, of course, wasn't written for you. It's for men when they say "Je vais descendre dans la rue", when they mean the barricades when they charge.
But my sonnet is another story.
HELL! Paris ought to have been, as it might have been, Stalingrad. It might have saved the show and cut the war by 3 years. I don't want to go back to Paris full of servile smirking swindlers exploiting the tourists and bragging of the deeds of valour that they didn't do. Paris in ruins might have brought tears—but not these tears. HELL!
I must control myself - - - - - -
Love is the law, love under will.
Remember to ring me on Tuesday!
Yours,
A.C.
I admire your Maquis poem—absolutely A.1.
A.C.
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