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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 24 April 1925
Friday 24 April 11.11 P.M.
A single drink of rum (on top of a
good deal of mental worry during the day) was enough to
induce in D.O. [Dorothy Olsen] an attack of acute mania. Lying in bed, close
cuddled, I nearly asleep, she suddenly started to scratch my
face without the least warning, with a spate of the
filthiest incoherent abuse of me and everybody connected
with me. There had been a good deal of irritation and
snappiness during the afternoon and evening, with one or two
beginnings of the regular ravings: but no one took any
notice, and they subsided. N.B. She had started to
[Notes on final page of notebook:]
Law is the corpse of Justice Morality is the corpse of Conduct Religion is the carcase of Fear. Birth is a going to sleep; and life is a bad dream if our digestion is out of order.
Stories for Children No. 1. The Brave Little Dutch Boy. Little Hans Zweeb Zweegmacher was the only son of the widow of the good old Burgomaster of Zeegrutte. When he was 12 years old, he was the cleanest and most obedient boy in the town. He always took the first prize in Sunday School, and he loved to skate in the winter in dam (and stopping it with his arm till the burghers came to the rescue). So when he was 19, he won the hand of little Cristine, the most pious, elegant, and wealthy maiden of Zeegrutte, the only daughter of the New Burgomaster. His last words were: "One ought to recognize the limits of the possible".
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[menstruate] that morning, and then stopped.