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Leah Hirsig Diary Entry Thursday, 3 July 1924
July 3
1 A.M. Noises—strong smell of chloroform, or so I supposed. But sleep is all off. God help me!
1:08 AM I was too busy listening to listen write—and I do not dare to sleep. The window is now open. I don't dare to close it. And I am afraid! About 20 minutes ago Opus VII[1] msbtd [masturbated]—To get going to Estab[lish] the L.[aw] of T.[helema]—action, in other words. I trust this is not it. But after all if it is the action needed, I shall do not fail to do all I can. Am I quite crazy?
1—[Refers to a magical sexual operation.]
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