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dancing
Beach
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[... 19 paragraphs ...]
The man and the woman in the York Beach dancing establishment, sitting across the floor alone at a table. They were fragments of sour selves, thrown-off materializations of your own negative and aggressive feelings. Jane’s were even stronger than yours, since the woman was fatter than the man. She almost recognized them because of the circumstances and your illness, and because of the peculiar vitality of your conflicting emotions at the time.
[... 5 paragraphs ...]
(Jane and I of course clearly remembered the couple referred to by Seth in the above monologue. I recall that at the time Jane had seen them first, and pointed them out to me. I remember that she had seemed oddly intrigued by them, and that they had borne more than a little physical resemblance to us. The woman’s face especially had reminded me of Jane, though she had indeed been fatter. The man had my build, my shape of head, and much whiter hair. They had been a peculiarly unsmiling couple. I recall also that Jane mentioned that she wanted to talk to them. I had not wanted to, and we did not approach them.
[... 16 paragraphs ...]
(“What is the personal significance of the drawing of the old woman I am now working on, in egg tempera?”
(Jane dictates:) The old woman was the mother. The drawing represents a synthesis of the knowledge that you learned during that personality. The knowledge of the mother lingers in the mental genes, and the memory of the flesh still occurs in your physical genes. That which is, is never blotted out. Another drawing of a woman and a baby also represents you as a young mother with a child.
[... 12 paragraphs ...]
(The man resembled Rob to an amazing degree, except that he was an older version; profile darn near identical, hair white, same brows and same expression as Rob has when deeply upset. The woman reminded me of myself, though she was older, much stouter and also unpleasantly reminiscent of my mother.
[... 1 paragraph ...]
(Rob surprised me by asking me to dance, insisting even, though the dance number was a twist, and we didn’t know it. Reluctant, I agreed. We found ourselves on the other side of the floor, shoved next to the couple’s table, dancing very close. The woman smiled. I do not remember them leaving. We just looked up much later and they were gone. I am very poor at visual imagery yet their faces came to mind often during our stay at York Beach, and for months later after our return.)
