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[...] Just before supper tonight I finished writing an account of what I’d seen, and Jane read it while we ate. [...]

We met at lunch in the teachers’ room where we ate with a group of women, including one lovely, black girl who was particularly intelligent. [...]

[...] On the other hand he ate and drank too much. [...]

[...] My parents’ dining room table is round, and of course we ate Sunday dinner at this table. [...]

(As she ate Jane said, “The noises in my mouth are real loud — you’re not used to it.” [...]

(A note in closing out the evening’s work: Jane didn’t come back to join me in the living room while I ate and wrote. [...]

[...] An avenue beginning with a B, or San B, period, where they ate lunch. [...]

(End at 12:35 A.M. As we ate breakfast several hours later, Jane told me that during the night she’d kept waking up with ideas she thought were connected to “Unknown” Reality. [...]

[...] He had his cake and ate it too.

[...] We ate in a diner, and Jane concentrated on the car being ready. [...]

We have an excellent stone fireplace in the living room of the hill house, and often during the winter months I used to build a fire in it at suppertime; we ate while sitting on the couch. [...]

[...] She did do some cooking on a hot plate I placed on the kitchen table, where we often ate lunch and supper, but I also cautioned her to be careful while using that appliance.