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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
Passing—Bell [Bell Inn] Out Blaston [illegible] F______
Aug 29 [1944]
My own beloved Cordelia
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
A million curses on this bleak black day! My imagination had already been at it; made pictures of you racked with rheumatism, or queered by quinsy, or worst of all—selfish pig I am!—gay and frolicsome, and oblivious of your heart broken etc.
But this blow is unspeakable. Still—“courage gone, all gone”—we must find a way to laugh at these locksmiths.
One thing, of course; it rather encourages me to go on with my 5,000-year plan for civilizing the U.S.A.
I’ve been so miserable, anyhow, nobody at all comes to see me nowadays. But that didn’t matter, while I could rely on you for once a week.
Surely you could manage Saturday-Sunday. I’m too wretched to thin; I’ll shut up. There will be a P.S. about the one or two things I really want.
But my only real want is you.
Damn everything!
Love is the law, lover under will.
Your beloved,
Aleister
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