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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 28 March 1920
To my bad disciples I say, Excuse me, sir (or madam), if I remark that 51% of Ipsissimi do not murder people in their sleep, at least not on Sundays. To my good disciples I say, Castrated bastard of a Jew and a sow, how dare you split an infinitive? Whack!
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