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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 15 July 1920
7.00 a.m. Awake, feeling fine, but for tired eyes. I had a remarkable dream. Leah [Leah Hirsig] and I were in some place in Western America. We had called on Jones [Charles Stansfeld Jones] in or near Vancouver, and got on to Niagara-only Niagara was west of the Rockies. (In some previous episode I had in some way defeated another in some matter of riding on a mono-rail switchback affair.) With Jones I had left my stick, which was too short, to be repaired and have a new head. Shortly after, we left Niagara and reached some other place—a vague one-on our way to Europe. The stick arrived. The head was some metallic (or wirey) bird with long sharp beak and poised wings: possibly an eagle, but I think some smaller but very fierce bird. At the bottom they had fixed a railway key and a corkscrew which I thought awkward. Then I found another part which screwed over these and fitted beautifully so that the stick was absolutely perfect and delighted me. Numerous other episodes, but this is the chief.
10.00 p.m. I had a very long swim, and wound up with Fives and dancing. The day was delicious but fatiguing. As to cocaine, I had no reaction symptoms, no cravings, no fear of craving. I only mention it because I agreed to observe the phenomena—or absence of any.
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