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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 14 June 1931
12-1. Loving Pola [Henckels]—only her technique was not quite in my rhythm. But she’s sensible about it. We live to fuck another day. (Incidentally, she had the supreme wisdom not to insist.)
Out to Sachrowsee etc. with Nelidova.
Slept well.
Back to studio.
Slept well.
Dined Pola at Togo Kwan (?).
Pola Opus[1] 1. Sex-energy etc. (V.[ery] hard work. I’m all in. She is A1. Slept well.)
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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