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(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

[...] “I sort of feel that once he comes through in the afternoon,” she said, “that he’s more or less available the rest of the time.” [...]

Now, I may or many not return this afternoon—again according to those rhythms of which I have spoken. [...]

(This afternoon while I was out doing errands, Jane had a rather strong if not lengthy experience that seemed to encompass an emotional understanding of Seth’s material in the last session [for Monday]. [...]

[...] Why can’t we feel glad about being gifted instead?” I added that as I’d said this afternoon, guilt about superiority would make a lot of gifted people miserable if they paid attention to such thinking. [...]

[...] Jane looked them over again, although she’d read them this afternoon. [...]

Ruburt’s insights this afternoon are quite legitimate. [...]

[...] The afternoon was dark, wet, and quiet. [...]

(Amused:) Good afternoon. [...]

(“Good afternoon.”)

[...] The afternoon was quite dark and gloomy, the neighborhood very quiet.)

[...] I told Jane I wanted to go over some of the past sessions with her this afternoon. [...]

Now: I bid you a fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] She was doing well when I got there at 1:05 this afternoon, though. [...]

Now: another fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon, Seth.” [...]

(I must admit the next day, as I type these notes, that regeneration or no, I had a “relapse” into the old chest difficulty this afternoon after washing the bedroom windows at Jane’s request. [...] The symptoms, rather strong at times, bothered me through the afternoon, and prevented me from napping comfortably. [...]

[...] I hoped for a quick one—and got it for this afternoon through a cancellation. [...]

[...] My eyes were bothering me some, but I typed some James this afternoon; then Frank came in at 3:30; and Margaret B. came in to visit; I was annoyed; tired of people about, etc., but tried to be pleasant; as we chatted I felt my right foot and ankle changing. Afterward, over the period of the late afternoon and night, it seems that vast changes have happened all over:

(This afternoon Jane did her exercises on the bed as usual. [...]

(Before the session Jane showed me the paper she’d written this afternoon, on the direction she felt that Seth would be taking in Mass Reality. [...]

He did not remember this afternoon’s message. [...]

[...] Seth’s reference to President Anwar Sadat of Egypt came about because this afternoon Sadat, President Carter, and Prime Minister Begin of Israel had signed the long-sought-for peace treaty between their two countries. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(I had to ask Jane to repeat what she said because the Russian patient in the room next door, Karina, was yelling out in the hall, as she has been all afternoon. [...]

[...] Wouldn’t you know it — the spring mechanism that governs the travel of the garage door broke as I was lowering the door, so that I couldn’t close it all the way. So when I got to 330 one of my first acts was to call Overhead Door and ask them to have someone check the garage door this afternoon, if possible. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] Jane said one of them was that she felt the changes in the finger take place as she lay on her left side while I changed the dressing, on her ulcer that afternoon. [...]

I should add that we still used the Silvadene cream on the ulcer once a day, in the afternoon as usual when I changed the dressing. [...]

[...] I was able to turn Jane on her back easily this afternoon. [...]

Now—I bid you a joyous good afternoon. [...]

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(When I got to 330 this afternoon Jane pointed out to me that she wore no dressing on her right elbow or the little toes of her left foot. [...]

Now: another fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] Tam is due tomorrow afternoon, Thursday, and is bringing with him the copyedited Seven Two, as far as we know. [...]

[...] Later this afternoon, Jane said that she’d been getting feedback on the book from Seth and that she could have a session....

(With amusement and surprise:) Good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] We waited to see what she would do for the afternoon. [...]

Now: A fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

Now: a fond good afternoon. [...]

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

(“I was hoping he’d explain that red spot on top of my knee,” she said, adding her statement of earlier in the afternoon that she hoped it wasn’t another ulcer starting, like the previous one that had finally erupted on her knee. [...]

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon. [...]

Sometimes Ruburt may show an excellent improvement, as he did reading this afternoon, or a limb may suddenly move in a much freer manner. [...]

(Seth made his remark about checking the sessions because I’d said earlier this afternoon that I wanted to go over some of them with Jane. [...]

Now, I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)