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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
The Ridge St. Leonards-on-Sea
28th June, 1945
Capt. Gerald Yorke, 7, Selwyn Gardens, Cambridge
Dear Gerald,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I was very glad to have your letter 2 or 3 mornings ago. I will send you a copy of the "Letter" which I have just now finished, and given this afternoon to be typed.
I am surprised that you do not know Orson Welles; he was an Infant Prodigy, and one of the regular Wild Men which America occasionally produces. He was behind the terrific stunt of which you must certainly have heard, when they broadcast Welles' "War of the Worlds", transferring the place to America, and doing all sorts of things to make it sound as real as possible, with the result that the barbarian imbeciles of that country took panic! I believe there were even suicides and all sorts of outrageous performances. He comes in connection with me in this way: One of our people in California has actually worked in his office; and furthermore designed and supervised the decoration of his new house. She is therefore on fairly intimate terms with him, and is trying to get him interested in our work. He knows quite a little about Magick, as luck would have it, and I hope that one or more of the things of mine which she has submitted to him may be put on the stage or screen.
Inverary! Do you remember what Burns wrote in the Visitors' Book of the Hotel there?
"Whoe'er he be who sojourns here, I pity much his case, Unless he come to kneel before The Lord their God, His Grace.
There's naething here but Hieland pride And Hieland cold and hunger; If Providence has sent me here 'Twas surely in his anger."
What on earth does he want his shrubberies beaten for? Would not they 'lout them low' before the MacCullum Mohr when he condescended to pass them?
I suppose there is no hope of seeing you in this part of the world? I am stuck here at least until Christmas, while my dentist carries out weekly excavations. It is really rather a frightful job, but I am bearing up.
There is a glimmer of hope, too, about finding a printer.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours fraternally,
A.C.
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