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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 21 December 1940
[I Ching Hexagram] 34.
Tortoise shell glasses broke again—this time with lens—Hell.
Wrote poem on repeating a statement three times (Cf. The Hunting of the Snark).
A cold, windy, balls-aching day.
A mere scrap “Can’t write to-day” from Frieda [Frieda Harris] with stipend. She lacks imagination.
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