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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
9 Apr. 46
This dire daemonic dawn brought your letter. Yesterday's black disastrous dew is quite gone and one feels like O.K-ing R.B. on April. Only—oh to be 20 again! I warned you that Piper was not to be trusted with commissions,—glad you got away with it after all! No need to go to Heppell's now—they wrote me a chit which enables me to write what I wanted said. No more now—I took OLLA to Guys—but the bastard hasn't made out the estimate yet, blast him! The "large lady" [Dr. Bohn] laid down the law yesterday: I nearly let myself go when she expatiated on the pangs of hunger. What a mess of egotism and cocksure arrogance!
Yours
Aleister
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