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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 13 April 1920
Wire from Leah [Leah Hirsig]—indefinite. I return to Cefalu. Rainy morning—no sleep—no boat—no brekker [breakfast]—hell!
9.00 p.m. circa. Opus[1] XXXII, Beauty [Ninette Shumway], p.v.n.[2] Opus, very good indeed, considering that I was dog-tired, and she bitch-lazy. Object: Invocation.
9.15 p.m. circa!!! Opus[1] XXXIII. Beauty. Opus, as good as 'twas remarkable. Object: As XXXII. Elixir not taken as I had the theory that it needed to be got rid of. I slept at once very heavily and woke at seven, with my cough practically gone, and a keen desire to work.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.] 2—[Per vas nefandum. By the unmentionable vessel, i.e. anal intercourse.]
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