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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Montgomery Evans
[Page 3 of a 3-page letter. The first 2 pages are missing]
So, herewith, my first Poem.
Muses, oh Muses! to my succour now! "Poscuinur![?]" Crowley to praise Evil Fucks! Pour not the juice of grape, but milk the cow! Clothe me in lingerie de poul! de lusce[?] For toga! Is a woman or a sow More apt to warm the cockles of the heart? My song for Evil Fucks? Accept one———!
Doubtless you will be able to syndicate this, and cable me a million dollars next Tuesday. Will write again when I hear further from Queen Mab.
My dear boy, I'll be damned glad to see you in the [illegible].
Yours
Aleister Crowley
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