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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 22 December 1921
Early A.M. Opus[1] X 93 [Leah Hirsig]. Op[eratio]n Automatic. El[ixir] Ma'alesh! Obj[ect] Ma'alesh! !
Still very depressed at the monotony of things, and the utter hopelessness (apparently) of ever getting anything started.
1—[Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.]
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