And in the spirit of knowledge interchange, I spent an hour online at stupid o'clock this morning (late, late supper, involving whisky, vodka, archers and cling film fetishists) learning about Aleister Crowley and the OTO. And inspired to re-read Scholem's Kabbalah, which I had the foresight to write the date in when I last read it in 1991.
See, like I said. A rich interior life.
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