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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 9 November 1923
Hail unto Khephra!
I have been writing Oaths quite a lot since I came to Nefta. O.P.V.'s [Norman Mudd] enthusiasm for them has encouraged me enormously. Oh what much better work I might have done had I not been systematically beaten down every time I got up! Very good discipline for the young writer up to a certain point; but he ought not to be tested quite so much as I have been. I demand firmly of the Gods that they should cause my Work to be printed up to date so that I can make a fresh start with renewed courage and energy.
11.44 p.m. A hellish day all
round—magically. (Analysis later). Note: A deep memory from
my Cagliostro incarnation. It comes natural for me to
connect th and c sounds with z sounds
as
11.50 p.m. Babs interrupts—or rather—I asking about Dowie—drifts me on to the woman through whom she met him, and calls her "pig-like". This reminds me of a certain subtle attraction in the pig type of woman. Bertha Bruce had a touch of it; so had Virakam [Mary d' Este-Sturges] and several others—even Agatha [Leila Waddell] in a very mild form. What fascinates me (I think) is the impudent nose with open nostrils and a peculiar quality of flesh which suggests sensuality of a swinish sort. Complexion, too, counts in this. Of course there is a characteristic form of body, and a manner of speech and glance, and gesture. . . .
What is the Sow on the Tree of Life? The Boar being Mars, she is perhaps to be defined as "That type of Mercury which is complementary to Mars".
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Thus the "word"(!) Zowie in "