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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 13 February 1924
Mercury.
From bad to worse. The ass-quack of pasteboard—[Dr.] Chausse-gros (I should say so!) sent by Jarvis [Dr. Charles Jarvis] in a hurry to inject heroin—which I refused to allow, not wishing to be forced into drug-addiction, even by the most eminent medical muttonheads—put me off with a mess of heroin, bismuth, and lactose, which clogs the nostrils with a chalky paste and hardly acts at all. The 5 c.g. Heroin in the powder was less useful than 1 c.g. pure would have been. On pointing out these facts—which I had predicted—he prescribed an inhalation of ------ Cocaine! ! ! I refused to have this made up at all, knowing well that it is worse than useless.
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