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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry
Sunday, 1 July 1923
Die Sol
At night I became seriously ill: vomiting relieved me. I slept &woke fairly well, but still distressed. Basking in the morning on the beach. Slept from 2 to 4, & woke pretty rotten—sweating, breathing badly, & with a foul taste in my mouth.
At Saf-Sif O.P.V. [Norman Mudd] & I consulted against Ganorba & Safbir, winning a very fine game [of chess]—after an early rashness on my part. I was chilled by the wind, & nervous. I had invented a magical language so as to consult about one’s moves privately, & it was awkwardly distracting at first.
8 p.m. I note that as we were bullied, robbed, & assaulted & finally dispersed in Italy without redress, so shall it be unto them also. They are being bullied & robbed by Mussolini; the Communists will make this universal, & many shall perish in the Revolution. Also, even as I have been exiled, so shall the Pope be banished from Rome.
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