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Ruburt mentioned something earlier about a “Saturday afternoon.” Unfortunately, your world would fit in one of his Saturday afternoons—if he knew what a Saturday afternoon was. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s exercise today however represented exactly what I spoke of, and in that way should be avoided—the paper that you read this afternoon, that he wrote—and when each of you review your joint past, do so looking for your accomplishments. [...]

[...] In a brief time I seemed to be concerned about the landing of the astronauts Armstrong and Aldrin on the moon this afternoon.

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”

I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

I bid you another most fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(Friday afternoon Jane had not been feeling particularly well, but did not tell me. [...] She had very little to drink—two small glasses of wine, and felt recovered from her indisposition of the afternoon.

Now: I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now — I bid you another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

[...] [Soon the grass, which is turning green, will need cutting, too.] I became quite concerned over the time element this afternoon when I saw that it was 2:45 before I could get back to the typewriter, when I’d quit work at 11:30 AM. [...]

[...] Going out in the yard (this afternoon in a wheelchair, accompanied by her nurse) was an excellent case in point, important on practical and symbolic levels. [...]

[...] Three o’clock in the afternoon when visited, I believe. [...]

[...] She’d had intimations of it Sunday afternoon before our guests arrived. [...]

(“Sunday afternoon before our visitors came,” she wrote, “I’d begun reading a book by Ralph Waldo Emerson [the poet and philosopher who lived from 1803–82]. [...]

(“As I came to the end of the long poem in mid-afternoon, I had more and more difficulty describing my feelings, and even in typing. [...]

[...] We’ve been very tired, even exhausted; I’ve been sleeping in the afternoons with Jane. [...]

(This afternoon, when I returned from running errands—paying state and federal taxes, etc.—Jane told me that she was having all kinds of “weird things” happening in her back and legs, as though various portions of her anatomy were loosening at uneven rates. [...]

(Now I explained to Jane what I considered to be “a gorgeous little illustration” of how unconscious hassles can go on in the psyche quite unsuspected by the conscious mind as the cause for physical difficulties: As stated, when I woke up this afternoon my stomach hurt. [...]

SATURDAY AFTERNOON, OCTOBER 23, 1982

[...] When we reached Troy, Pennsylvania, yesterday afternoon, some twenty-four miles south of Elmira, Jane told me she felt revitalized suddenly.)

[...] Seth did not specify a Friday afternoon above however, even while stressing an afternoon. If I removed the ribbon on any other afternoon of the week, this would push the time back toward the 1963 given earlier in the material.)

You took the ribbon off during an afternoon, not a morning.

(This afternoon Jane called her publisher, Frederick Fell, and was pleased to learn that he liked her ESP book very much. [...]

[...] This afternoon while working I had the rather clear thought that Lorraine would witness the session this evening.

[...] I believe another person was connected with the event, and that it occurred in afternoon, late, or evening. [...]

[...] A disturbed afternoon, and an argument, and the strong impression, again, of a breakage.

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

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

Now: Another fond good afternoon.

(“Good afternoon, Seth.”)

(This data was quite unexpected by us, although this afternoon I had mentioned Mischa to Jane in passing, remarking on a similarity of pose struck by our cat Willy as he stood in the studio, intently listening to a sound outside. [...]

[...] Moreover, she had no conscious memory of my mentioning Mischa to her this afternoon, even after I recounted the little episode in detail.)