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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 17 April 1920
Les jours se suivent; this is really a perfect place. One has got to prevent a few Vrittis[1] from barnacling one's hull, and then wait for explosions. There won't be too many either, by the time I've got these people down to an idea of the sensible way to live. Good! Some raw material!
9.00 p.m. circa. Opus[2] XXXV, 31-666-31 [Leah Hirsig], p.v.n.[3] Opus short but very admirable. Elixir thick, rich and powerful. Object: Invocation Deo Obscaeno.[4] A curious choice of work; the idea was, I think, that they should be more honoured in this house. Were't so, I'd have more peace.
The greater the artist, the more frequent and atrocious his failures; for 'tis his greatness to attempt impossibilities, even as Browning said, Sursum corda![5]
Mosquitoes would but fan one and lull one to sleep if one loved them enough. The difficulty is to love them enough. But if Love is the law, love under will, in the New Aeon, that should be a task for a man to accomplish.
2—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.] 3—[Per vas nefandum. By the unmentionable vessel, i.e. anal intercourse.] 4—[The indecent god was Priapus.] 5—[Latin, "Lift up your hearts."]
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