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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 12 September 1931
I had asked Miss Küntzel [Martha Küntzel] to come to Berlin for the Show “all expenses paid” (about 15 marks I suppose). The one real joy in life is to see me now and then. And that insane swine Germer [Karl Germer] was furious. He must have written to her some vile letter, for she writes me a most noble but heart-rending letter that she will not come.
New Moon—Eclipse—at 4.26. We lunched at Konig after fierce packing, moved to the Ponf (?). “Dans ce bordel, ou tenons nostre etat.”
I saw the terrible truth which until then I had only heard. My dear, dear girl!
Opus 20[1]. G∴W∴ [Great Work] but in particular aspect to Bill’s [Bertha Busch] share.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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