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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 16 December 1916
I voice this complaint under Ether, taken with purely vicious purpose. Yet thoughts turn to old ways malgre moi, and I get “There is the swordsman waiting to spring into the saddle.”
(P.S. This journey to N[ew] O[rleans] was a desperate magical effort. I started with only $40 besides my fare. I did this because all sorts of obstacles seemed to be barring my journey to Texas, and, though I could hardly go to Texas without due invitation, I thought I would get near enough to defy Fate, as it were. I did this quite against my obvious interests of the material order. T. 14/3/17).
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