Over a year ago I made a post where I shared this story about Aleister Crowley:
There is a story of a young man, sitting in a café (I’ve heard of different locations where this story occurred), when all of a sudden, a strange man, dressed in yellow, comes darting through the café, babbling in a strange, foreign language. To his surprise, nobody was paying any attention to this obviously crazy man. The shocked café-goer asks the head waiter if something should be done. The head waiter replies, “Oh no, sir. That’s just Mr. Crowley being invisible again.”
Like him or hate him, there are many things you can say about Crowley. Claiming he was an idiot is not one of them.
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