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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
Aston, Clinton Bucks.
Aug 5 [1944]
My dearest Cordelia,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I am so nervous and unhappy!
You know I am sensitive to the point of being silly; fond of you to the point of being bloody silly; and terribly afraid of the verdict.
Of course I know you are only teasing me with your fancy pictures of yourself, tired to death, toiling all the way from Winpole St to Wymore St against high winds, pilotless planes, and charging tanks, on a bicycle that groans under the weight of a hypodermic needle, and so on. But it doesn’t tickle; it tortures—and I can see you laugh with girlish glee and triumph at this letter, [illegible] to the degree of my heart [illegible] of slavery!
Now we’ll forget that. This is just to mention: no word from Davies, though the parcel from Jacquennes came this A.M. It is lonely in the piece, and you are a lamb to have found it for me.
I am really rather worried to-day; several things inexplicably delayed or gone awry. In particular, a C.O.D. £42 should have turned up days ago. I want it badly, in case I find that golden-brown brocade in Ayelsbury or [illegible].
Working on letter XLVIII [for Magick Without Tears]: will revise the untyped lot, to send to Halworths, as soon as I’ve done Fifty.
Lots and lots of love—I’m lonelier than ever to-day. Nancy Cunard was coming to lunch, and couldn’t get on the ‘bus!
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours,
A.C.
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