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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Rex de Arte Regia Saturday, 26 March 1915
Opus[1] XLI
11.31 p.m. Weather suddenly cold. Gas light.
As XIV.
Object: Wisdom. (I thought of my wished-for grade, and of Solomon's dream.)
The Operation lasted one and three-quarter hours, without the least intermission. There was very nearly another twin birth, but fatigue fell suddenly on the Alchemist. He had been working at an Astrological treatise for exactly eighteen hours with only a little respite of four hours uneasy sleep, and had been using artificial means of keeping up with his work. The orgasm was so long delayed that it was diluted and so also was the mental concentration.
Result: Everything has gone surprisingly well, through tact.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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