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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 17 October 1921
A good night's rest. I wake feeling almost fit.
Eddington's "Space, Time and Gravitation" cheers me immensely. It is clearer than ever that science and mathematics are developing into guarantees of the authenticity of AIWAZ.
2.40 P.M. Painted the nocturne I saw last night—and had a 'faint spell' immediately after I finished.
Later. OPUS[1]—31-666-31 [Leah Hirsig]—postponed for nearly 4 weeks. Op[eratio]n Spontaneous and strong though brief. El[ixir] Left in cucurbite. Obj[ect] A bastard.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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