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(11:12 AM.) Last night (Jane said) I felt great when Robbie kissed me, and actually I slept quite well, both in my chair and bed. I felt fairly hopeful this morning, for example, yet now I feel quite sad again (with a tremolo), and I feel as if I want to express myself—but when I try there is some strange block.
I guess I thought that I’d keep up some level of communication if I talked as I am now, and Robbie took the words down. Come to think of it, I did feel fairly hopeful this morning for brief snatches. I was going to record some memories that suddenly came to me yesterday morning. Of the last few months or so I spent at my mother’s house—when she called me time after time during those spring and summer months of 1950: she wanted her pillows turned, she cried out in rage and pain—and here I was some 30 years later, calling out to Rob (voice breaking) to move my pillows or raise my head.
Robbie, I’m going to take a break, before I see what else… At least, I think I am. [...]
[...] He is a no-good (swearing evidently omitted) …and something about a check and a job and another woman… And she says—I’m trying Robbie to separate myself—and she says by Jesus I won’t stand for it.
Now I feel, Robbie, I got more but I’m going to break… I think there’s something about Vermont. [...]
([Jane asked:] “Will Robbie and I have a nice Christmas?”)
([Claire:] “Will Robbie perhaps have influence in changing my wants for the future?”)
(On the above date I attended a session, the 37th, with the principals Jane and Robbie Butts.