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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Montgomery Evans
Park Lane Hotel, Piccadilly.
March 10 [1933]
Dear M.E.2.
You're a blasted humbug, but I suppose I like you.
Anyhow, I wonder how the Bank Holiday in N.Y. is treating you. It's a glorious moment for our friends, the crooks.
I have been lucky with a Hungarian girl—just when I've my Rejuvenation Act, too. "Oh Boy!" as you say in Gawd's Country.
It's really working. You would hardly know me! My hair is growing out black as the raven's wing or as your perjured soul.
This P.M. we try out the Thelema game.
Good hunting!
Ever yours,
A.C.
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