“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] She ate little lunch — or supper, for that matter. [...]

[...] After I had a nap, after massaging her limbs with Oil of Olay, she ate another good supper. [...]

(She ate an average lunch. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch, then at 3:05 began reading the session from yesterday. [...]

[...] She ate a fair lunch. [...]

Comprehension ate my foot

(Jane ate a better lunch today — that is, not enough to keep a bird alive, but still an improvement over most of the month of July: A little soup, a little egg yolk, coffee, a little custard, chocolate milk, and so forth.

[...] She ate a good lunch, and I brought home scraps for our cats, Billy and Mitzi. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] I tried to describe it to Jane as we ate supper and watched the news on TV.

[...] Then as we sat on the couch, I remembered that for the first time in literally months I’d forgotten to bring in the evening paper, so we could look at it while we ate and watched TV. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch, though, in spite of having some spasms. [...]

(Jane ate a good lunch. [...]

(At noon Georgia brought in a heaping plate of lasagna, salad and chicken wings, which I hardly ate in all the excitement. [...]

[...] She’s had such swings in recent days, and ate little lunch and less supper, saying she had to take it very easy in order to keep the food down. [...]

(She ate well. [...]

(Jane ate well, although her teeth are bothering her. [...]

[...] She ate well for lunch and supper, and turned easily. [...]

[...] She ate a good lunch. [...]

[...] While she ate I read Saul’s letter, and began to laugh. [...]