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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Sunday, 6 August 1916
Woke after dreaming twice that M.O.H. [Mother Of Heaven—Leila Waddell] was dead. A close horrible night; lightning and low booming thunder. M.O.H. is the only thing I have of value; I am not happy. She hasn’t written all the week; and I know she hasn’t been well. I suppose it’s only a mixture of the thunder, the extreme mental fatigue and eyestrain, and possibly my new Corned Beef Croquettes. I cannot have been asleep long; and hour at most; though it had been all night; could hardly believe combined evidence of clocks and murk.
6.45 All day editing Golden Rose.
Took 400 drops new A[nhalonium] L[ewinii] preparation as before, but will drink wine to aid it.
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