Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn’t see why anyone else should. But Crowley liked sleep, it was one of the pleasures of the world. Especially after a heavy meal. He’d slept right through most of the nineteenth century, for example. Not because he needed to, simply because he enjoyed it.

One of the pleasures of the world. Well, he’d better start really enjoying them now, while there was still time.

Blackened lavender, red labdanum, sweet hops, and violet leaf.