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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Yorke
11 Manor Place W.2.
[Undated: circa 1937/38]
C∴[are] F∴[rater]
93.
I wish you would realize how ill I am. When I'm with friends, it bucks me up, and so you don't notice so much.
But I have had to give up League Chess because a match game tries me beyond my strength. Several times in the last fortnight, too, I have had a complete 'black-out' which is awkward, as sometimes one doesn't come out of it at all. Makes it more dangerous living alone as I do, with no help at hand. Unless I start treatment at once, it's not too good a prospect for my work.
So I hope you'll reconsider the Income Tax proposal. I enclose a letter which I can sign on Tuesday if you agree; if not just say nothing.
93 93/93
F∴[raternal]ly
666.
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