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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 8 April 1906
Feeble in A.M.
Tiffin and tea with W.S.
Dinner with German Postmaster and poker.
Oh Lord how long? A∴[1] nevertheless pretty good for concentration and sincerity; not notable for result.
I think I had better renounce idle things, save where politeness calls and calls loud. If I take life too easy, the G[reat] R[etirement] will be harder: on the other hand an asceticism to no instant purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes. One of those rare cases where a golden mean looks well.
1—This indicates the Invocation of Augoeides.
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