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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 22 April 1906
Feeling sick—in bed all day.
No regular A∴I∴
[Augoeides Invocation], but much concentrated thought. It
seems to me that all the Shanghai experience bar Easter Day
should be neglected as a morbid dream; merely because I am
not alone.[1]
It seems natural and easy that this should be. I think also
that I should write to A. [Elaine
Simpson] explaining how the whole experience has been an
ordeal, that she has come through it successfully both in
the advance to
1—[P.S.] Dec. 31. Same old double game: fear its spring.
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and
the suspense of that advance; but that the principle of
clinging to me, unconsciously thee has ruined her
clairvoyance, and rotted up her magic. Having won me, let
her now lose me! As for me I will go on as if I had never
landed.