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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Louis Umfreville Wilkinson
The Ridge, Hastings.
8. 8. 46
Dear Louis,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
At last I feel able to answer yours of the 1st. though not so very able.
About that typing muddle—I don't quite see how I can do anything for the next few days—that is until I get some kind of information. I have got about 5 outstanding accounts. I don't know when any one of them will come in, and have no idea as to how much they will come to. The only thing that I can feel sure about is that once they do come in they have got to be paid on the spot, because once one gets into the printing business again credit becomes of paramount importance.
I am also in doubt as to whether my cheque will arrive on the 11th because Karl Germer is motoring around California.
But what amazes me is that you should be bothered in any way about anything so small. "Forth, Beast" gives one quite a different idea.
The weather continues abominable. I feel so perfectly rotten that even present conditions make it difficult to carry on.
I had all sorts of things to say to you, but I just don't feel equal to it. Everybody seems in the same position.
The new house is going splendidly, but it should have been built under-ground. You won't believe it, but they have put in two tiers as in the underground during the blitz. There is no washing accommodation, nor any other convenience, and yet Mr. Symonds [Vernon Symonds] has put in between 20 and 30 people last weekend. That of course meant cooking for 20 or 30 more, as on other bank holidays, and poor Johnnie [Johnnie Symonds] has come out of it looking more dead than alive. I think it's a disgraceful piece of murderous avarice, the only excuse that I can find is that the man is on the borderland of madness.
Love is the law, love under will,
Yours,
Aleister.
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