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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 29 September 1920
Early. I hope to get off today, and to read Atalanta[1] on the way. I've an idea to write an Agamemnon, following Aeschylus—and Verrall![2] but not a translation; a fierce Crowley in love with the Adultress.
2.00 p.m. circa. Opus[3] V, Netzach, i.o.M. Operation: all night. Elixir: plentiful, soft, sweet. Object: amorem . . . . [?]ad . . . . [ ?] et diem.
I hope to sail at sunset.
1—[Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon, 1865.] 2—[The 'Agamemnon' of Aeschlus. With an introduction, commentary and translation by Arthur Woollgar Verrall, 1889.] 3—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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