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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 16 October 1945
[I Ching hexagram] 26.
Chits from Noel [Edward Noel Fitzgerald]. Jean Phillips.
Very bad night: up 6 or 7 times with diarrhoea.
2.0 C.M. [Chirurgiae Magister—Dental Surgeon] gave me real gyp: I squealed like a pig.
All sorts of small accidents: e.g. let down by Watson [Herbert Watson] (Watson had some kind of fit. His doctor says he must never drive again. Rats, I think. I still insist on his getting 1st rate opinion)
C.M. forgot to put on bib etc., etc., etc.
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