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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 21 February 1942
[I Ching hexagram] 13.
12 Beetle (1, 2)[Heroin]. Relief.
1 o’c Dig[italis] & H.[ot] W.[ater] B.[ottle]. Pain quite gone
1 3/4 Temp 101.6. 2 1/2 (3)[Heroin]. 241 [asthma symptoms] not wholly banished.
3 1/4 241 worse.
3 3/4 (40) Some relief. Still no pain.
6 1/4 woke: slight pain ditto 241. GC(?) worked fairly well
6 3/4 (4, 5)[Heroin] & new bottle. Pain & 241 relieved almost altogether & fully.
7 o’c 101 F.
8 3/4 100.9. (6, 7)[Heroin].
11 1/4 Tot: 1 1/3 gr.
Dr Vernon came at 1 o’c: crazy phobias. Out!
3 o’c Sudden diarrhoea started bad 241 (8)[Heroin]. Tot: 1 1/2.
Dr. R.C. MacDonald, one of my early chess victims—to say nothing of billiards! died “recently”.
6 o’c Dig cum? The swine Peacock tried to force himself on me: would not go when told repeatedly. This outrage sent up temp to 103°! Over 2°!
Small joke. Feb 21. idle with pleurisy, rang up a 2868 “There’s no one working on that number” “You can’t expect me to believe that” very small.
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