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Aleister Crowley Memorandum re Mr. John Bland Jameson Friday, 3 February 1939
See HERE for Full Memorandum (12 May 1938 - 7 February 1939)
I replied to this note, pointing out that it was merely an outburst of guilty conscience. This letter was a long letter, and was not ready for presentation to him until late in the afternoon; but during the afternoon he rushed in upon me and made a violent scene.
(a) He complained that I had had furniture taken out of the house. While I was away at Oxford, he had had the furniture of the house altered in a way which made it practically impossible to live on the ground floor, and this was alright because the furniture was to be taken away in any case on Monday; he had arranged for this to be done; it was not done. On Friday I got tired, and had it removed by the builders round the corner to their premises. He impudently ordered me to have it brought back to the house in order that it might be removed from the house on 10.30 on Saturday February 4. Naturally I took no notice of such a nonsensical demand.
(b) He made bitter complaints that I had treated Miss Wetton [Peggy Wetton] very badly. I do not know what business was it of his, and I think he did not treat her too well, as she had saved his house from burning at the risk of her own life, and he went to see her about three times in three months, always at my urgent request; as I had been to see her almost every day.
(c) There was a big outburst with regard to the extravagance of living. This was entirely his own fault, because if he had come down to work as he had promised to do, there would have been no cause for any expenditure beyond the barest skeleton of rent and taxes.
I wish to point out in this place that part of our plan was connected with finance; he was to co-operate with me loyally; he was to allow me the use of the car for business interviews; he was to make certain connections, and carry out certain liaison duties, and so on. He has always avoided doing this.
I wrote him a letter to Switzerland, pointing out that he had broken his word to me in regard to all these business relations. The truth of the whole matter is that he has a quite morbid addiction to what is known as a 'good time'. He likes to flaunt it in the Nest with nigger wenches; he likes to be seen about with cheap hangers-on of the theatrical profession, with film extras with the kind of theatrical producer who has not got quite enough brains to be a confidence man. It is of this sort of misfortune that I have been trying to cure him.
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