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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Rex de Arte Regia Saturday, 8 May 1915
Opus[1] LI
8.37 p.m. Gaslight, Very warm.
Viola. Hideous taurine doped prostitute. Sagittarius rising, probably in Pisces.
Object: A mate, o Babalon, if Thou lovest me!
The Operation was not so poor as anticipated, though it was a typically bad one. The Elixir was admirable, well-formed in every way.
Result: Are Opera LIII-LV to be called the result of this? Hardly, I think. But almost the very next day, I met one, H[ilarion] [Jeanne Foster], with whom I fell violently in love.
See Opus LVIII.
The result of this opus was: I met that same night the creature who was the means of introducing me to Hilarion.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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