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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 8 October 1943
[I Ching hexagram] 57.
An exceeding dull irresolute day.
Lungs wheezing despite huge dose
I should say a perfect sample of 57 at its worst. I’m just plain ILL: can’t say what I feel like; but it’s sort of “Tamas all over”.
8.23 [Air Raid] Alert. No guns.
R.[aiders] P.[assed] 8.52.
Letter from Roy [Roy Leffingwell].
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[Heroin] (1/2 gr[ain] a time!) the whole day. No sense
in anything.