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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Thursday, 11 March 1943
[I Ching hexagram] 6 Sung—I should shay sho!
1. Irruption of hooligan written from Clement Clarke. 2. Fury of over-tipped taxi creature. 3. Smashed favourite briar. 4. Seized by Clifford Dale.
12 1/2 [Dr.] Crawshaw.
Faint & sick: my breakfast scallops were N.[o] G.[ood].
“Poets feed on love and fame”
(The observation’s due to Shelley) But why does her resist the claim Importunate of his flat belly? There’s nothing in the poet’s purse And nothing in the poet’s larder. Well, I suppose it might be worse: I’ve Maisie [Maisie Burger]—Ask me something harder!
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