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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 26 May 1901
Tempest Epilogue 13-16.
Took down my shrine.
Thoth in front of me 5 m[inutes] Poor.
The "affaire" seems designed by the devil to take up maximum of time and virility. To-night a fearful combat 4 solid hours jaw passionate. Entreaties, threats, everything, tried every mood. Questions of son etc. I won of course but it was hard. Am probably wasting my tissue—she [Mary Rogers] would come on if I held off. "Never mind" says Asmodee (whom 'God subdue!) "good practice for ".
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in brilliance 10 m[inutes] Medium.