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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 31 May 1932
Lubinski—no trouble at all. No talk—just work done.
Telephone from London. Bill [Bertha Busch] half insane with pain and worry.
Yorke's [Gerald Yorke] latest and quite incredibly dirty trick is to get me to desert my post and come to England—to get the two years’ imprisonment he tried to arrange for me. Some friend!
Austrian port in Adriatic.
Opus[1] change luck. A1.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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