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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 3 December 1944
[I Ching hexagram] 27.
My Mars in 6th again.
Mauiling Millie the dying fish, came out—an hour late, having found, at the Station, that she had left her purse. Came here to look for book she had left, & to shirk as usual. Impudent as ever. Had to end it; I have been getting hardly 25% of what I’m paying for.
Adv[ertisemen]t for Per-de-co.
The song of the starlight is Per-de-co; No man on the planet but heard echo. The best denture-fix/ In the whole bag of tricks Is Per-de-co, Per-de-co, Perdeco!
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