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As Related by Nancy Cunard
from
THE MAGIC OF ALEISTER CROWLEY Frederick Muller Ltd., London, 1958. (page 576)
[17 August 1944] [on the occasion of a visit to Crowley at the Bell Inn.]
. . . I didn't see him for years again—possibly not at all till the doodle-bug summer of 1944. How did we ever meet again? God knows. I went to see him at that Inn in Bucks, and we had an admirable dinner preceded by the classical aquamarine drops in the specially-made cocktails he offered me. He asked me if I was afraid he was going to poison me but it seemed so ODD that he should have got me down there just to kill me or hurt me that I asked him "WHY?" . . . And then the blessing he put upon me: it was, actually, A ROOM. He sent me to Miss Manning at 93 Jermyn Street in September, when I had come back to London from Oxford, and lo, there WAS a room in her house, well above her spiritualist's den in the basement, thank God. I took it for a week and stayed 5 months, till I could get back to France. |