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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 4 January 1939
[I Ching hexagram] 39.
Police called re. cigars mystery.
Still ill. Liver chill I guess.
Opus[1] Cath. [Catherine Falconer] ['ugeia]. We just couldn't waste the night: good intentions baulked.
1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.
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