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(Now Jane remarked that at times as she sat at the table, her hands seemed to disappear; that is, she could no longer see them, although she was not worried that they did not exist. At times, she observed the same phenomena with the metal insignia. She also stated that she could still “do something” tonight, but after an hour of silence without results thought that some kind of communication, or talking, was necessary to achieve it. We took a break.

(We resumed at 8:40. I began to ask Jane questions at random. She answered each one, and if one of her answers suggested a line of thought I followed it up. Sitting in the darkness, we talked thus for a few minutes. The lights were off, but by now we could see fairly easily. The room was not pitch black. I had laid pen and paper by my elbow, and now I reached for them.

(I can more or less see the main street. I see houses and a couple of shops, then a narrow cobbled walk raised up high—it was a partly dirt road built up of rocks and stones that ran around an inlet from the sea. But it was never flooded, the road kept the village dry. There wasn’t any sandy beach. No, I wouldn’t know it if I saw it, it’s not there now. I don’t think I’d know the spot. It was just this little inlet, with the rocky hills and not much grass. It wasn’t a seaport, big ships couldn’t get in close. There was just room enough for their little boats to go out after fish.