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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 1 April 1941
[I Ching Hexagram] 3.
This seems to me—yes, to me!—as something like one of the gales of the century. It really does compare with the great storm in the Lakes, when a branch, thick as my arm, was torn from a tree & blown through my bedroom window on to my bed—without waking me.
Mrs. Middleton [Crowley's landlord] came up in A.M. to see about the house—various necessary questions. But all she did was to take away vases. She is just not interested; sounds as if she might be a good singer.
Miss Whiddon in P.M. for inventory(?).
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