Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Monday, 7 January 1924

 

 

Die Luna.

     

3.34 A.M. Woke from brief sleep with vivid dream (hailstones outside country house on desolate moor) with a great idea for a story to syndicate.

     

6.0 P.M. Have called on Ph Ortiz Vogue Roberts Ass[ociate]d. Press

     

Bertelli 2 Rue de la Paix (wired Hearst offer of Serial Rights Memoirs and “21 years in Lat[in] 1/4 [Quarter]”.

     

Sylvia Beach—sharp-nosed and slim like all Sylvias. Says “I don’t want to get a reputation for publishing naughty books—and it’s all the reputation she has got!

 

 

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