Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Saturday, 7 April 1906

 

 

Explaining the Position to A. [Elaine Simpson].

     

Bowled clean over by fever; spent P.M. in bed drunk with Dover's powder. Quite sufficiently ill to excuse slackness: e.g. I could not even read a light novel.

 

 

[64], [65], [66]