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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Kenneth Grant
Bell [Bell Inn]
die
[postmarked 16 Jan 1945]
C∴F∴ [Care Frater]
93
Pleurisy being pleurisy, I cant answer letters.
Not bad—99.2° for days, but intractable—till this last minute, when it has gone back to normal 98.4°. Thank God!
And no one to help, bar very occasional & important things.
Your Pitman pit appalls! Probably they teach you lots of commercial things quite useless for our purpose. Surely private tuition would be easier. Consider your intelligence. All you need is (a) the system (b) dodges (c) training your fingers to find the keys without looking (d) practice.
But don’t think of your “newjob” as if it were a sitting bird; I shall have to shoot an oof-bird myself in order to furnish you feathers to fly with!
Question A: what will it cost you to live in ordinary decent comfort in a place like Hastings? B: What would you need for pocket-money—clothes, smokes, drinks, k.t.l, [etcetera]. C: Anything else you can think of.
I must know what it will cost me—rather, the O.T.O. Then write and make sure I get it. I feel sure that Ilford has some teacher quite adequate for evening tuition.
Very many thanks for Secret Glory [1]; best of his I’ve read. Criticism when I’m strong enough.
Too tired to write more; hope adequate answer when Miss T. [Janet Taylor][2] comes Wednesday.
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F∴ly [Fraternally]
666.
1—A novel by Arthur Machen published in 1922. 2—Crowley's secretary at the time.
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