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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Wednesday, 8 March 1944
[I Ching hexagram] 48.
Cordelia [Cordelia Sutherland] still Bronchitic.
As Job said: “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle, & they are spent without hope”.
But this is of course only Tanha: it is because I want something done—viz: The Book of Thoth—that I cannot just simply sit back & enjoy the moments as they pass. The “curse of my grade,” I suppose.
[Air Raid] Alert 9.31.6. No guns.
R.[aiders] P.[assed] 10.3.34.
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