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(Last Tuesday afternoon, in our living room, Jane and I participated in a filmed television interview that is to be aired by a New York City station. [...]

(Yesterday afternoon, to my surprise, I had still another internal vision experience with a Roman counterpart self of mine in the first century A.D.; it was reminiscent of my three Romans of last October, yet perplexing, too — for this time I saw a different Roman counterpart. [...]

A connection with 3 o’clock, I believe this afternoon.

[...] She has been doing very well on her book on dreams recently; this afternoon she remarked that it was going so well that she wondered where the material was coming from. [...]

[...] [Had watched football on TV that afternoon.] This lasted for several minutes. [...]

(The incident Seth is describing took place this afternoon. [...]

[...] They too had knocked at our door earlier —while we were napping this afternoon. [...]

[...] How much are you willing to put up with them in the middle of an afternoon?

[...] He received a message from me this afternoon. [...]

[...] Jane shed a few tears when she came to the studio to tell me that she had heard from Seth late this afternoon. [...]

[...] This gives me afternoons free to paint, and is a very satisfactory arrangement.)

[...] Driving through Sayre,¹ Pennsylvania, one Sunday afternoon, Joseph noticed a house for sale in a neighborhood he knew — and remembered that it had belonged, in his memory, to a man of whom his mother had been fond. [...]

[...] Yet it is, of course, since in it Seth illuminates from still another perspective his concept of value fulfillment.⁸ The session grew out of the encounter we had yesterday afternoon with an unexpected visitor from out of state. [...]

I admit that for some mysterious reason of my own I let Bill Baker, as I’ll call that youngish individual, fool me when he knocked on our back-porch door yesterday afternoon. [...]

[...] We feel reasonably sure here that this refers to the box we carried the cake in, home from the bakery, the afternoon of July 1. We recall the box as square, of the folding type. [...]

On Monday, March 30, 1981, Jane happily finished typing her manuscript for If We Live Again—and in our nation’s capital that same afternoon our President was wounded in an assassination attempt. We watched television replays of the shooting over and over again during the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, as for the second time within a generation the overall consciousness of the United States struggled, through our leaders, to meet one of the great challenges to our democratic way of life.

(9:14.) Such a time version suggests an occurrence in time, of course, and yet the event may leave only a ghostly track, so to speak, being hardly manifest, while in another life the time version may be of considerable prominence—while in your own experience it represents a fairly trivial incident of an ordinary afternoon.

“Finish checking copy-edited manuscript of God of Jane this afternoon. [...]

[...] Besides this, Rob was now working in the art department of a local greeting card company in the mornings, and painting in the afternoons. [...]

[...] An ant born at three o’clock in the afternoon, when Miss X comes home with her boyfriend, is apt to have a hard time of it — for the couple runs about exuberantly, shaking all of the establishment, and tumbling the dust in the inner crevices.

I now bid you a most fond good afternoon, and thank all for the opportunity for this small discussion. [...]

[...] My afternoon at the gallery had been very busy. [...]

[...] male and female,” refers to the fact that Jane and I were scheduled to meet a young married couple, friends of ours, later in the afternoon at the Inn. [...]