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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 23 October 1934
Atlantic Book Shop.
A dwarf Kike, who called himself Houghton [Michael Houghton]! His balls, in his boyhood, were caught on His mother’s false teeth In a foul slum in Leith She stewed them with truffles and Corton.
This was an impromptu, a challenge by Tom Driberg, C.K. Ogden [C. K. Ogden], and McGregor Reid. Line 1 was “given” me. Idea all right, but Corton is a bad rime. I don’t know if the incident described is authentic.
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