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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 6 June 1931
Magda [Becher] was to come at 11, rang up postponing it to 12—and then NIX.
The Gods be praised!
Lissi. Opus[1] energy. A1 and then A1 and then A1.
Bobbie to dinner altogether perfect. [tau] the Work I name not.
Karl [Karl Germer] is such an utter idiot that he gambles on the Stock Exchange—and that on astrological advice!—and of an imbecile like Steiner [Hans Steiner].
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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