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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
Louis Wilkinson Grove Heart Ripley Surrey
24 Sept 45
Dear Louis
How sweet of you and how wicked of me! But Equinoxes [the Word of the Equinox] will be Equinoxes. You will get the official in a day or two. Also, I hope your most flattering extracts—with comments and a grouse—returned. This is not all the truth: I am totally exhausted. The effort of getting up tires me so that I have to rest several hours before collecting the energy required to go to bed. People here are damned awkward; I can't get a masseur at all, a secretary only once a week, a barber once a month. My one stand-by is a Wren in Australia. I must get a valet-masseur of sorts, or I slip to Avernus! Expect to hear again this week.
Love
Aleister
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