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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 18 August 1920
4.00 a.m. I wake. Cold still annoying, despite a good sweat. My Camp is simply rotten. I've got to have a good one, or give up work. I'm resolved, like [Sir Walter] Scott and [Samuel] Clemens, to work off all my financial Karma. I've been robbed all round, but I'll forget it, and let no man say I've robbed him.
Therefore, more scenarios, more business energy. Painted a picture—big and bad—before lunch.
7.30 p.m. Just finished writing 'The Bow and the Beaux', dictated to Leah [Leah Hirsig], who is perfectly stunning in an orange slip with the black silk braid and tassels of my old flowered dressing-gown for a sash. Next item? Leah's tired to death: I, for the first time to-day, fresh, fit, Freudian!
11.25. After an hour's prattle, at desk, I'll continue it in bed.
Ah, the best laid plans o' mice and men!
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