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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 23 December 1921
Woke early. The Dawn-Meditation. I have been forging ahead steadily these days of sickness in a Sati work: "why don't I pull things off?". It is partly sensitiveness, partly indifference that causes failure; but the method is that I can never finish things. It has been the same with writing, climbing—everything. I am still not certain how to overcome this tendency. Is this why in the S[carlet] W[oman] "is all power given"? It seems as if the only way were to throw over all work except one, even when the others appear to be part of that one.
5.25 P.M. I got up early and worked very hard all day at finishing various pen and ink drawings. FINISHING.
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