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Now: I bid you a fond good afternoon—

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Afternoon, Seth.”)

Now: I bid you again a most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(“During Monday’s session I was going to ask about that dream he had—on Monday afternoon, I think. [...]

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] I gave him the names and phone number of Kathy Hagen, the Blue Cross supervisor who had seemingly turned down our major medical claim, and read to him the statement as to why that Andrew Fife had given me yesterday afternoon. [...]

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Good afternoon—

[...] I have looked in on you so to speak this morning, this afternoon and this evening, and with Ruburt’s permission. [...]

[...] My good afternoon instantly confused him since he was well aware of the time. [...]

[...] She said she heard Seth’s good afternoon greeting just before she gave voice to it, and immediately became alarmed because she couldn’t determine what was going on. [...]

[...] Then she finished the session, with but very little help from me occasionally, gotten a late start this afternoon because we watched an old movie that didn’t end until 3:15 PM. [...]

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

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon —

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now I bid you another most fond good afternoon — (“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now, Ruburt was aware of this evening’s gathering this afternoon. [...]

[...] Ruburt felt resentful and trapped, thereby depriving himself of the rightful benefits that should have resulted from the afternoon and evening encounters.

He at least wished he could go into the yard this afternoon, once he imagined that he could make that step out. [...]

(Jane made this revealing remark this afternoon as we talked. [...]

[...] “Do you want to say something about his dream of this afternoon?” Jane’s copy of her dream is attached.)

There were countless other events that happened to you on different afternoons at the same hour, both before and after that one. [...] In some underground of sensation, however, the buried evidences of stimuli and reaction experienced during those numberless “past” afternoons still exist. [...]

[...] An accident took place at 3:20 in the afternoon. [...]

There was a Saturday afternoon on a November or December 2nd, (pause) that Blanche Price deeply regrets. [...] Now either the date, the year, was 1938, or the reason for Blanche’s actions on that afternoon date back to 1938.

[...] I’d been very tired and slept an hour and a half this afternoon, then we’d had a big meal of deep-fried flounder that Frank Longwell had given us a couple of days ago. This morning and afternoon I’d typed the session Jane gave last night. [...]

I bid you a most sympathetic and supportive afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth. [...]

[...] Earlier in the afternoon I’d described my very vivid dream of last night, and asked that Seth comment on it if he came through: I’d found myself in a large studio, painting like mad on large canvases. [...]

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(This afternoon Larry Dowler of the Yale Archives called to postpone his scheduled visit of Thursday afternoon to next Sunday. [...]

[...] I took soda before lying down with Jane this afternoon. [...]