A.M.

Dreamed a woman made sexual love to me—i.e., kissing my lips—yet she did not kiss them. No impression made on me. Hardened sinner.

Shummie’s [Ninette Shumway] baby born at 2 a.m.

P.M.

4:00

Talisman. Visualized symbol above head, steadily—shaft of yellow shone down on top of head.

Heavens! A new emotion. I ached to use my riding crop over a bare face—to inflict fearful pain.

9:25

Celebrated Lulu’s [Astarte Lulu Panthea] birthday. A.C. gross at table.^[1] Evening at Abbey bored me horribly. They speak a language I do not understand. Shall I ever understand? And the drugs? Jones, says Russell [C. F. Russell], is fond of aether. I do not understand that, either. Think I will experiment to find out something here.