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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 24 October 1943
[I Ching hexagram] 43. (Was it I? 6th hex I got nervous).
2 Poitrine Rouge to coffee: promised, Frieda [Frieda Harris] socio, to repay me the £30 I am going to five to Green—with safeguards.
3 1/2 Wrote CODICIL—memo
I often wish I could divine What’s in this funny head of mine, This complicated tangled brain That is ? is not? or is it? sane. No one has ever understood Why I was never any good, Or why my diamond brilliance Was dulled by causal circumstance. To further the dear cause of Knowledge I leave my cranium to the College of Surgeons: thye—unless too lazy— Will find why I was three parts crazy And on the whole a perfect daisy, But far from our Exemplar JC Blast! that solution won’t get past It’s “sicklied o’er with the pale cast Of doubt”—Being dead, I may not know What engine made the damn thing go.
4 F.H. [Frieda Harris]. She wrote Ch[iswick] P[ress] guaranteeing the cost of the 4 extra plates [for The Book of Thoth] £50.
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