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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Saturday, 5 September 1942
Dress Rehearsal Dr. Faustus at Torch Theatre. Pretty Putrid, or so it seemed. There will be lots of ribald laughter—but that unjustified. Helen's stilted walk—she would be kicked out of a 3rd-rate dress-maker's as a mannequin—and self-satisfied smirk are God-awful.
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