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Leah Hirsig Diary Entry Sunday, 8 June 1924
June 8
11:45 A.M.
Movies last night. Great fun.
666 talked to XUL S [Xul Solar] until goodness knows when—every once in a while his rasping voice so jarred on me that I wanted to scream. When this was not the case, I heard the pipe going or the tea being drunk! All this was relieved by Opus IV[1] (C) (To become the Babalon I need to be) 666? some time before 3A.M. I went quite a while.
Received tobacco a few minutes ago but no other mail. Hell! Have not and cannot decide about Hardelot Big fees today.
1—[Refers to a magical sexual operation.]
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