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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Edward Noel Fitzgerald
[EXTRACT]
[Undated: circa 14 September 1944]
. . . so as to enable you to give your whole time to the Work.
You might of course start afresh by open-air preachings of Liber OZ; you might find supporters in unexpected quarters, the work and opportunity would grow; in a year you might be standing for Parliament.
But don't be a bishop unless you can look like a bishop; otherwise people laugh at you, and your real value is obscured.
That is almost all I can say to help.
You have not answered my urgent request for a hunter—please do!
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours F∴ly
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