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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 4 October 1923
Die Jupiter
Hail unto Kheph Ra!
2.50 a.m. Have been criticizing A.l.’s [Eddie Saayman] last clairvoyance—done without my knowledge—very good. He has quite exceptional genius for this: I have known no superior—though Fra. AUD, [Raoul Loveday] much younger, was nearly as good.
5.00. Can’t sleep again: this is hellish.
Maxilla Asini
When Mussolini wrote da Roma To exile Crowley from his Villa His worries started & sarcoma In his inferior maxilla
(Westminster Abbey: what his slab says Will criticize this diagnosis. It might be several things: an abscess, Periostitis, or necrosis)
He does not want surgeons to re- place this attachment to his cranium (Removed by saw & by his trini) By any silver succedaneum
He says “I find it useful to me; “My personal attractions are en hanced by its prescence. ‘Tis a gloomy “Outlook without it—joyless-barren!”
“To chew, to chat, to shew the world what A stern strong silent man I am, I Depend upon my jaw, that hurled what I though from throat-with flash of raw-eye!
I think I’ve had about the limit of hell—I’ve found a way to stick it But if my jaw must go—nunc dunit— ‘tis, Domine!—it isn’t cricket!”
4.44 a.m. As usual, sleep imposs[ible]. Shit! who cares? Tizi will cure it.
[A page of draft poem with title ‘Mudd [Norman Mudd] muddles love-affairs’, followed by several pages of accounts included here out of date sequence:]
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