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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 28 March 1941
[I Ching Hexagram] 44.
Bad night of lobster born.
Dream: in ? Paris: room in odd Souk-plus-Montmarte quarter. Object: to see Demonstration-of-British-might Parade. Heading it, on very broad boulevard, huge tank-plus-lorry-body, latter v.[ery] broad & flat. Watching later items from outside my Souk room, was tangled(?) with two girls who spoke English well; one small, slender, very tender white flesh, cuddled up; real click at first caress. Thrilled when she said she came from TOUAI (=Douai plus Tournai). Adventures followed. Setting suggested by good war news on midnight B.B.C.—Keren, Harar, Belgarde. Girls: two barmaids (one attractive impudent young bitch) in Gibbons. My girl pure lobster.
Woke 4 A.M. coughing & sick.
Repeated accidents to: wasted one tablet.
Moved to Barton Brow.
Arranged Food Control(?) etc.
Chess v.[ersus] Chubby—plump idiot. One very good win with Queen & Rook sacrifice.
Utterly fagged through.
Weather foul.
Good woman to keep house.
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