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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Grady McMurtry
c/o Vernon Symonds Esq The Ridge Hastings Sussex.
Jan 30 '45
My dear Louis,
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Real luck! I was getting anxious about you on the hot seat, and intended writing an alarmed letter when yours of Jan 17 turned up.
Even in this favoured spot, we are getting about 1/10 of 1% of your daily discomforts.
Waste pipe blocked; H. & C. at rare intervals; light and heat failing every so often. Food bad.
To cap all, here I am: stuck. Packed to the last eyelash-curler, and I daren't open any of the 20 odd small parcels, nay, not to get a book, because the packer, who alone (barring End) knows where everything is, is very ill for a week, and—stuck. The roads are impassable. It's thawing now, and I hope to make a dash for Hastings on Friday; hope costs nothing—except for a good deal of nervous future.
Frieda [Frieda Harris] never came out. Glad to hear of your Paris contact. Liber Aleph is in the process of being retyped; it seems a big job. K.G. [Karl Germer] writes regularly, but it's awkward with me in the hop. Glad you're writing to Jack [Jack Parsons]; we need his help badly. He has bought 1003 [1003 S. Orange Grove Avenue]!
That's all, I think.
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All the best
Yours,
Aleister
Lieut Grady L. McMurtry 1814th OrdS&M Co (Avn) A.P.O. 149 U.S. Army
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