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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 20 September 1916
Ether. It is impossible to make a tragedy of a man’s leaving his wife; because woman don’t count. They only exist insofar as they seduce or otherwise destroy men. A deserted woman may be comic or pathetic; never tragic. (P.S. Note how hard Balzac tried to make the Baronne Hulot d’Ervy tragic; at the last he had to give it up, and put the cap on with the gorgeously comic episode of finding her husband, over 80, in bed with an ugly and stupid servant-girl, whom he marries after the shock has killed the wife.)
(And then I went to sleep. I’m in deep reaction after the heavy work of the last six weeks.)
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