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Correspondence from Wilfred Talbot Smith to Aleister Crowley
[Undated]
To Mega Therion
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
For a long time I contemplated writing, or rather sending you a letter; I have written scores. But I am cursed with a rationative (sic) faculty which thwarts action. Ye gods, what a disease it is. Yes, and what did I do to awaken the faculty of everlastingly watching my own thinking.
But I want to tell you that having some understanding I appreciate your effort and profound insight into tendencies I knew not of myself. In consequence of understanding replacing resentment. I deplore most heartily the lack of wit to take the tide when at the flood. Not that, as far as I am aware, fortune in itself had any lure but I might now be furthering the Man and Matter that alone seems to me of any consequence in this spiritually and materially decayed state of the world. Frankly I see nothing but cancer.
Also in a simple, personal way I am sorry, for you needed what you tried to engineer. A lot, lot more I would like to wright [sic] but if I do I will weaken, and I have sworn to send this one because a still small voice has been saying you never, never will.
Love.
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