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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 11 February 1933
Can’t sleep for Ideas. Consultations start: go round Grill etc. at lunch, “looking for something” e.g. the pleasant cute smile (?), the best anus, the wittiest word, etc. I give present to one I choose.
Opus[1] 3 M[arianne]. Splendid, though I’m not yet really myself; and she is so deeply set and inaccessible.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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