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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 18 December 1937
[I Ching hexagram] LXI.
Laurence impossible: he can't concentrate for 2 minutes together.
Opus.[1] Bobby [Barfoot]. Au. Told her how: she tried, too.
Talk with Freedland.
Vague chess.
Dinner at Demos [restaurant].
Early home: tired.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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