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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 11 August 1937
[I Ching hexagram] XLVI.
Everything balled in A.M.
Met Bobby [Barfoot]. Opus[1] for Friday lunch (= Frieda [Frieda Harris]).
All appointments came right in P.M.
Letter from Toyne [Gabriel Toyne]: he'll be at lunch.
Ate with Fitzgerald [Edward Noel Fitzgerald].
Back to Yi.
Picked up Sullivan's "Gallio" for 3d.
Very exhausted & anxious: felt death in the air. Afraid it was Pearl [Pearl Brooksmith].
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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