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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Monday, 15 September 1941
[I Ching hexagram] 61.
Woke in deep depression—weather close and dull.
Alice [Alice Florey] here—she will be ripe on Wednesday. P.S. No, she was not.
Miss Hubard phoned me; changed her mind, said she’d phone later. Didn’t. This got me right on edge!
Saw Pygmalion ? a new version. If so, a worse one. Dialogue certainly messed up.
Retour a l’Aube. Some longeurs as usual, but very good on the whole. Only—an infinite sadness to be reminded of those pleasant places trampled over by the foul swine.
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