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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 20 July 1931
Germer [Karl Germer] raving again. Toothbrush this time—a quite imaginary toothbrush supposed to cost several thousand marks—as well as soap and Hanni Jaeger. It is really pitiful that so fine a man should constantly make himself so ignoble and contemptible. One hand playing with his shabby old hat, the other with his mouldy old Penis!
Opus[1] 13 Pola [Henckels] p.v.n.[2] The G∴W∴ [Great Work] The best ever—oh how superior is the Eye of Horus to the Mouth of Isis!
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation. 2—Per vas nefandum. By the unmentionable vessel, i.e. anal intercourse.
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