Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Monday, 24 August 1931

 

 

For some 3 days I have been suddenly (and rather mysteriously) better.

     

No cream in A.M.? or Opus Billy [Bertha Busch]? I think so.

     

Walk with Karl [Karl Germer] in woods—good. He has been quite nice for a week or more. Dined with him.

     

Met Billy at 10—walked (mostly) till 1 a.m.!

     

We could be happy—I do really believe—if we had cash. And I’m ashamed of myself for not being able to fix things.

 

 

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