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[...] The symptoms begun earlier in the afternoon, then intensified.

(I read one of Pete’s questions aloud: “I typed some very deep emotional, almost poetical words one afternoon and felt Ferd was expressing himself in this branch of automatic writing. [...]

(My remark reminded Jane that this afternoon she’d found herself thinking that science should at least consider any information, no matter where it came from. [...]

[...] This occurred to you one afternoon, three days before the dream, as you were working.

She was quite upset after our nap this afternoon because we’d overslept; she regretted the lost time. [...]

[...] Wouldn’t know; it was supposed to be afternoon I do recall that.

(This afternoon, as Seth suggested I do in the last session, I gave Jane beneficial suggestions for 15 minutes or so at naptime, until my voice became tired. [...]

[...] That moment came today, from an almost casual remark Jane made this afternoon, and which I am not even able to quote. [...]

“One late-afternoon gaggle reached nearly from horizon to horizon, in three long and very noisy V-formations. [...]

[...] An afternoon. [...]

[...] It seems to you, then, that the world began—or must have begun—at some point in the past¹ (a one-minute pause at 9:18), but that is like supposing that one piece of a cake is the whole cake, which was baked in one oven and consumed perhaps in an afternoon.

[...] Five in the afternoon is also beneficial from this standpoint. [...]

(Last Thursday afternoon as I lay down for my customary nap before supper, I had an experience that was new for me: I’ve been meaning to write it up, so this place will serve as a record. [...]

[...] A writer could make love in the afternoon. [...]

[...] This afternoon the temperature had registered better than 50°; it still read considerably above freezing, even if the chill factor generated by the wind made the night seem much colder. [...]

[...] An afternoon involving three people. [...]

[...] [Also, while painting this afternoon I had felt the same sensation in stronger form.]

[...] Jane spoke to John Nelson this evening before the session; he called her from his place, after failing to reach her this afternoon. [...]

(On Sunday afternoon and evening we were visited by Andrija Puharich and Joyce Petschek. [...]

(When I arrived at Jane’s room at 1 PM on Friday, I was quite surprised to learn that she was going home that afternoon. [...]