Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 8 September 1930
Mon[day] 8.
Syrinx with fit of the blues in P.M.
Long küsseln[2] at night.
Dream. We were on “Megantic” immense liner.[3] It left sea, and went up [on a] railroad through woods (30 degree steep I should say) and landed on a . . . [Illegible] which was in the position of Fort Augustus,[4] for by following the r[ight] h[and] bank of the loch, one would pass Boleskine. Sullivan [J.W.N. Sullivan] and I met in [a] small inner room, and he told me the news. “By the way, the King died yesterday.” I stood, and answered “long live the King!” very solemnly. He said that the papers called it an “accession militaire”. I woke.
1—The symbol “ 2—This term occurs several times in the diary with variable spelling (küsseln and kusseln). The term probably derives from German sexual slang and indicates oral sex. 3—The “Megantic,” launched in 1908, was a liner operated by White Star, one of the most important sea line companies in the early twentieth century. It was taken out of service in 1931. 4—A village on the south end of Loch Ness, Scotland, not far from Crowley’s former estate, Boleskine.
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