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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to John Symonds
Jan 9 [1947]
Dear J.S.
93.
I am a cad not to have answered your wire, but feel rotten. Weather fine to-day, so will. Lamentable you're not coming; need you badly to deal with enclosed bill. Please advise by return what I can kick at. James offered spontaneously to take off £30—on grounds such work interests him! What shall I offer to square it? He has had £150 on account.
Any hope of you within the next few days? Vernon [Vernon Symonds] seems dangerously ill. F.H. [Frieda Harris] after weeks in bed now slowly recovering. I am fed up. The binder put seal [on the cover of Olla] upside down that is one very definite and just plaint, as it was right on title page. But anyhow, I want to see you. I do hope the cold is now gone. Am too frantic to write properly.
So long.
93 93/93.
Yours, mad,
A.C.
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