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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
The Ridge Hastings
May 22 [1945]
Dear Gerald
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
No word from you for so long—Shame! Well the Boche ended much as we thought; question now is, does it make any difference to your job? As for me, it may ease things with U.S.A., even transit. One or two of them may visit me here this summer; I hope so, personal contact being needed badly, especially to clinch the Orson Welles and similar projects.
On White Sunday they roped me in here to lecture on Magick; a success from my point of view, as I elicited intelligent questions. There were some fairly good minds in the audience, very surprised to hear sound scientific sense instead of the usual blah. I got rid of about 20 Liber AL (U.S.A. edition) And so the Work goes on!
Karl [Karl Germer] has asked me for a "Letter" [for Magick Without Tears] on the action and re-action of the New Aeon on social and political affairs in the immediate future. A first-class idea, but a very tough job! Still, I mean to tackle it, to put in the very last ounce. It will need it.
Have you seen Koestler's "The Yogi and the Commissar"? I have so far merely heard of it, but enough to make me decide to get it next time I'm in Hastings. It seems to refer to Liber OZ after a fashion.
Grant [Kenneth Grant], who did so well in London, went phut here. Lost his memory, his sense of responsibility, everything. So he's back in London, and everything here is in worse confusion than ever. Result; I must write to everybody and try to pick up the dropped stitches. Hence, moreover I must cut short with love to Angela [Yorke's wife] and the brood of next war heroes!
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours,
Aleister.
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