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Ruburt’s mood is truly tempestuous. I am glad I do not work at his art gallery. I am glad I am not director there. There is much that has cropped up lately, in terms of the arrival of Ruburt’s father, of which I intended to speak.

I would give you some more information on Ruburt’s position at the gallery. However, when he blocks me he really blocks me.

(It might be worth noting here a point which came out as Jane and I were discussing the above experiment the next day. It develops that at about the precise time I had induced the desired state in myself, while lying on the bed in our bedroom, Jane had been sitting quietly in the living room, almost dozing on the couch. Two closed doors separated us. It had been a busy day for Jane at the gallery, so busy in fact that she had not had time to go down to the restaurant for the usual order of coffee the gallery personnel are used to enjoying every afternoon. While sitting on the couch, she had thought again about missing coffee break; the thought had come with some vehemence because the gallery is in a state of flux, and Jane finds this quite upsetting.)