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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 24 May 1931
[Empire Day. Crowley crosses out empire and replaces w/ shit]
Motored around. Kleist-Casino in P.M.
Herbert? deux lapins! P.S. No: the fault of the old Russian whore at the Pension.
Gawd! Yet another book on me. “Exiles” by Warwick Deeping. I couldn’t be bored to read the track: I just made sure.
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