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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Cordelia Sutherland
The Bell [Bell Inn] (not “passing”)
27-1-45 E.V.
Cordelia my heart!
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
It was so dear of you to write. Rather on the lovely side here: certificates all in order, car awaiting the word ‘Jump’, me packed to the last eyelash-curler, and S.t.u.c.k., Stuck!
See the letter in this A.M.’s D.T. [Daily Times] about the frost of ’95, which began, as this did, with a thunderstorm, and lasted till March! Cheering!
About the “let-down”, some on, as in the case of the Charge of the Light Brigade, blundered. I thought that you and the ‘drive yourself’ was like the laws of the Medes and Persians. And then a letter from P.P. asking what train I was coming by, so that they can order a taxi to meet me.
It seemed to me that they were in total ignorance of the current events, and also gave me a very dim view of their accessibility.
Meet you in London? Of course I should love it; but L.[ondon] is very far off the route, and in any case the drive will be in the nature of a desperate dash.
It is rather a bore, squatting here all day [illegible] at 20 parcels, none of which I dare touch. Also, my water won’t run [illegible] and Also n + 1!
Do remember to learn to take that view of the chessboard—the artillery man’s.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours somewhat weary but devoted,
Aleister
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