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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 6 February 1924
Mercury.
All night Ethel [Ether]. Marvellous revelations: but Failure (apparent) absolute in main object.
Yesterday at lunch—read a par[agraph] in Quotidien that Anatole France was critically ill. Wired hi, “Absent thee from felicity awhile”.
6.50 P.M. In bed after having the operation on Ida:[1] 5 – 5.30 circa. (Dark=bone. Light=spongy flesh) (actual size of obstruction removed). Pain very slight. Surprise at nature of sensation caused slight exclamation. Considerable bleeding since return home, and now some slight annoyance as the blood clots.
9.50 P.M. Nice tired and sleepy—more ‘normal’ than for months!
1—Crowley's nickname for his left nostril.
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