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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
Louis Wilkinson Grove Heart Ripley Surrey
6 Dec 45
Dear Louis
Quite so: my false imagination. I had a picture of you calling a taxi from 5 O.P. and picking up the parcels, ready packed for safety, on your way to the station. Briefly, I have been infected by Frieda's [Frieda Harris] mania of thinking other people's thoughts for them. Thanks for the reminder! Re O.T.O. you ought to have a motto: one to express the deepest and truest will in you—to explain why you chose to come to this absurd planet, instead of staying comfortably at home in your Star. That you put into Greek, Latin or Hebrew; 3 or at most 4 words. Tell you the rest when you come. I shall be glad to see you; I'm bored to the nonexistent back teeth!
Ever
Aleister
Yes, it's mostly that I've got some work to do that I must do. Merde! A.C.
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