I am annoyed about the number 89.
I shall avenge myself by writing nothing in this chapter.
That, too, is wise; for since I am annoyed, I could not write even a reasonably decent lie.
Frater P. had been annoyed by a scurvy doctor, the number of whose house was 89.
He shows that his mind was completely poisoned in respect of that number by his
allowing himself to be annoyed.
(But note that a good Qabalist cannot err. "In Him all is right." 89 is Body —
that which annoys — and the Angel of the Lord of Despair and Cruelty.
Also "Silence" and "Shut Up".
The four meanings completely describe the chapter.)