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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 20 January 1946
[I Ching Hexagram] 32.
Finished my Avalon poem “The last journey.”
For several days I have seemed to
myself to be ill. Nerves, heart, too much reliance on
The bright frost of my delight, seems to paralyse all effort. Yet I have done quite as much as usual.
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[Heroin] or V or both. Yet I can’t put a name to it, except
that the sore spot on the pleura seems active.