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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 30 August 1942
Rather bad constipation, relieved by going to tea. Mrs. Hawes and Miss Trod would make a wooden donkey shit.
The foul termagant [Deborah Hogg] started dive-bombing again at night. Row-row-row-lie-lie-lie all through dinner and after. Then when she saw I had packed, burst into my bedroom and begged me to stay. I must be a fool; I yielded.
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