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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 27 June 1921
1.5 A.M. Some insomnia again. Bronchitis began after I went to bed at 11.30 and I won't take heroin, or I'd not sleep at all.
I begin my cure.
I won't do more than the minimal mental work. No exceptions to be made, on excuse of the Great Work or any other rot.
I merely jot down the headings of an essay on "Soul and Body".
Shock, without adequate physical damage, may kill. Hindus dying by and act of will. Wounded beasts' endurance, etc.
7.30 P.M. The foolish Sotto-Prefetto is again asking us to admire his new dress of little brief Authority, by starting to worry Soror ESTAI [Jane Wolfe].
What shall be my course of action? [I Ching Hexagram] XLVI Shang K[teis] of Air. Be politely insolent and wash one's hands of the matter and warn him in vague terms.
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