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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 31 July 1941
[I Ching hexagram] 33.
Everything awful!
Yorke [Gerald Yorke] cheque not yet put right:
Davies sent bill for £4 for about 15/- job plus the Iona[1] [Charles Cammell's wife] Mess, the rat Parsons gnawing my entrails about their costs.
Asa pushed his black snout into Hanover Square, & had no money even for a drink.
Trust Fund has dried up temporarily.
Cable from Saturnus [Karl Germer]. Auction of my Whiteley’s stuff.
Can’t get O’Donnell, Driberg [Tom Driberg], or Donegall—re. my V stunt.
Got O’d [O’Donnell]. later.
1—One month earlier Charles Cammell's wife, Iona, had sent samples of her handmade tweeds to Crowley, who promptly sold them to his various acquaintances and kept the money. Iona sought remuneration, and although Crowley laughed it off at first, the matter became a bone of contention that tore a rift in his friendship with Charles Cammell. Although Cammell continued to admire Crowley’s talent as a poet, his unfriendly behavior mystified him. Standing by his wife, Cammell decided honor prohibited their friendship. They would never speak again.
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