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Mary Butts Diary Entry Sunday, 15 May 1921
Another [astral] journey last night. I observe that when my image has first risen in the air and opened its eyes, it is either in the pine wood behind [a neighbour] Miss Everett’s house or in a similar wood outside the Green Gate at Salterns.
There are times when the ménage à deux with the most beloved is not what I want. I want a hole of my own from where I can go out to meet him.
Life is in layers—where does this come in, the sensation of pleasure when the teapot is lighter by the cup you are pouring out?
‘Cup’ here is not the china cup but the idea of a quantity.
Yeats [W.B. Yeats] says that someone else says that a famous great man can become your daimon. I would know the name of mine.
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