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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 27 May 1901
Went down town—typist refused to do Orpheus etc illegible.
"Affaire" excels itself. A wretched morning, a happy afternoon, a supreme evening. People won't believe they are kidnapped on bluff—one must prove it. Idea was—she [Mary Rogers] (partly undressed in my room) to be told her room was locked by a boy in my pay. Perhaps I didn't push things far enough—I'm so damnably tender-hearted. She said I love you at last.
But this is pure love.
What price Monday next.
S---e — evens t + 0 (for a place)
F---g 16 to 1 on (0)
Plato 100 to 1 ag[ain]st (0).
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