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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Grady McMurtry
The Ridge Hastings Sussex.
Feb 6. [1945]
Dear Louis,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Here I am [Netherwood] at last! The greatest military exploit since the Retreat of the Ten Thousand to the Sea—read your Xenophon. Dunkirk? Poole!
Honest, old-timer, it was a chess problem and worse to fit everything in. And, even then, idiots in London, kindly trying to improve on my plan, wrecked one section of it completely, so that I had 3 days ill in bed on my arrival.
Still, all is now Okey-Doke; so
much so, in fact, that I feel it too good to be true. Superb
place, every comfort, charming and most sympathetic people.
Of course, it wouldn't be me if I weren't panicking about
something; So no it's a chance remark in
Grant [Kenneth Grant] is already proving very useful; I am trying to get him here for keeps. At my age I find one simply must have somebody to look after routine; i.e. if one is to be free for creative work. (I did a Z.24 or "Sore Spots": sex, religion, and drugs; going all out to expose the Anglo-Saxon-bourgeois hypocrisy racket.)
I'm running round in ellipses with bits chopped out of them, getting my papers into order, clearing the decks for action (= Z.25).
Love is the law, love under will.
All the best!
Yours,
Aleister.
P.S. I hope you got a tin box full of candy, sent Feb 1 or 2. A.C.
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