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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 4 November 1923
Worked till 1.30 a.m.
Now 4.30 a.m. : woke with memory of earlier dream in which I was composing an elegiac couplet beginning "Stirps hominum, venere qups hie" (?).
1.15 p.m. Leah [Leah Hirsig] so much better that she threw a book at me and I gave her a Big Wallop and she cried a lot afterwards. (i. Well —— "Daisy Miller")
6.30 p.m. Both rather depressed all day. I a touch of rheumatism; Bab of fever. A tired-out feeling—"all-overish" or nearly so. Result of bad weather of last four days, at a guess.
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