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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 27 April 1932
With Yorke [Gerald Yorke] to Ruhleben—all tangled up in fortifications.
To Konig in P.M. while nasty old women sat around Miss Küntzel [Martha Küntzel].
[Enochian A Sigma (small)]. Success even if it kills me.
Opus.[1]
Bill [Bertha Busch] beastly drunk.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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