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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
24 May 1945
Dear Louis
I suppose you with "The Buffoon"—my very heartiest! Think I have tracked my mental processes—is this unconditional surrender? "He has a bilious attack"—"You're looking bilious" is one source. The other is the "black vomit" which marks the termination of typhus. You have to see this to understand why the word came to mean to my mind, a mixture of mal-de-mer, diarrhoea, poisoned blood, and death, with stench indescribable. Shall be delighted to see you in June. V.S. [Vernon Symond] is away at Southsea, at present The Court Players South Parade Pier, and I suppose other places, till Oct 6. They would forward a letter. Of course I remember Lady D, if only because of the surprise about her father and mine. But for her own sake too. I'm getting a local typist this P.M. to get A.E.E. [Alexander Explains Everything—this was eventually published as Magick Without Tears] straight. But I shall need you badly when you come to edit it. I have spots of bad 'defeatism' about my work, feel that I can't trust myself to arrange the various parts properly. How I wish I had someone with orderly and responsible faculties! Southsea is a wonder by the way. They gave the Players a Civic Welcome, and wound up with a mock-invasion—real landing—barges, and 'dead' people lying all over the beach. Incurable, I fear!
Yours, dog-tired trying to clear up after Grant [Kenneth Grant]!
Aleister.
Love to Oliver [Oliver Wilkinson] when you write or see him.
A.C.
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