Jane Wolfe Diary Entry

Wednesday, 30 March 1921

 

     

 

A.M.

 

All day painting—book shelves and Circle.

 

Smoke at 8. A glorious wind blowing.

 

[1]

By the way, last evening, got a suspicious note regarding Sullivan. What? He needs watching, money enters into this suspicion. Nor can I get a deep note with Sylvia. Perhaps all the joking about “Sylvia” at bottom of this. But can she stand fleas and trees?

 

 

Comment(s) by Aleister Crowley

1—?

 

 

[102]