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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 27 February 1941
[I Ching hexagram] 21.
Nothing happened all day but Joan (S.B.’s daughter-in-law) to lunch.
Great gale blowing from S.W.
Felt perfectly putrid, but not what one can call ill.
"The birds without barn Or storehouse are fed. From them let us larn To trust for our bread."
Let me add:
The Pagan, the Turk May deem we think oddly; But people who work Are grossly ungodly.
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