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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
Sept 27 1944
Dear Louis
93.
Glad to have yours of 22nd. Couldn’t answer before; had a ghastly week-end by reason of the local post-master having had a stroke, and all the business in the hands of rustic adolescent imbeciles. I too have the worst accounts of V2. My own theory is that the few dropped so far may be only sighting shots, and that when they feel sure of the range they will come down like hailstones. Ergo, I doubt if I shall go back on Oct 16 as intended. Another personal theory is that the Hun is only just starting to fight seriously, now that the holy soil of the Fatherland has been invaded. Sorry to be gloomy. Queer: the one glider that failed to reach Holland came down near Tring. Perfect landing; nobody shaken. 30 of ‘em. Marched off: 2 sentries stationed until a fleet of lorries came to take it down, and off.
Mrs. G.M. sounds dubious, but may be here shortly after Oct 4. I hope she will like me and I her. It’s lonely as the devil here. Luckily lots of work. Tarot [Book of Thoth] keeps on selling! 7 copies sold last week; it’s fantastic. Dinna ken “Beggar’s Brotherhood”. About the Sangha? Fiction? Sentimentalism? Piety? Oh Christ. I do hope to see you soon, elusive one. Like a fucking leprechaun, hang it.
93 93/93
Ever Yours
Aleister
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