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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Ethel Archer
March 26th. 1947.
Dear Ethel Archer,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
I am sorry about the misunderstanding. I wondered why you sent me the second cheque but my mind has been in a state of stagnation. The meaning of Olla is, roughly speaking, Stew—a Spanish dish. I am very sorry your circumstances are so meagre; it is much the same with me, at least it would be if the Printer were doing any printing, but apparently he won't play. I do not remember Ernest Brown—but you know I have always been bad at remembering names, unless they are people of real distinction like yourself. The Fountainhead is one of the finest books I have ever read, and my friends in America insist on recognising me in the main character—the Architect who made good. In the meanwhile, I am quite exhausted, so forgive me if I cut this short.
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours
Aleister.
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