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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 28 October 1933
Opus[1] 46 ו about 3 1/2 a.m. 3.30.
A rather bloody awful day with people butting in from every airt(?).
Rotten weather, too, mostly.
But P. [Pearl Brooksmith] told Boris the sad facts: even the truth, but it didn’t pierce the hide(?).
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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