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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Rex de Arte Regia Wednesday, 2 June 1915
Opus[1] LIX
12.25 a.m. Warm but not very warm. Gaslight.
'Julia Robertson.' Somewhat like VIII.
Object: Wisdom, I think, or success in the affair of LVIII whom I had seen that evening. The Operation was not good at all in any way. The mind was distracted; the orgasm poor; the Elixir ill-formed. I seem to have got careless about the whole operation.
Result: [Not described]
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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