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(Jane handed the sketch back to Bill, who continued to stare into the dark bath doorway.)

(Jane picked the second sketch from Bill’s hand and paced about the room, talking as she examined it. I caught a glimpse of the drawing as she waved it briefly in my direction.)

(Still not satisfied with his second sketch, Bill set to work to make a few small changes. Willy had quieted down by now. My writing hand felt no fatigue to speak of. Jane began dictating in the same strong and very deep voice. Indeed, she kept up with the voice phenomenon for the whole session, with no apparent discomfort of any kind, and no ill effects afterward. Resume at 10:08.)

(Break at 10:55. Jane was dissociated as usual. As soon as break arrived she announced that her hands felt fat. The sensation began to quickly diminish.

(My writing hand by now was somewhat tired, since it had been a long fast session. Jane resumed dictation in the same deep voice, using many gestures as she paced about the room. Resume at 11:01.)

(My hand was somewhat tired from writing, but not in bad shape. Jane, Bill and I discussed an experiment the three of us could try while Bill was on his trip. He planned to go to Cape Cod; as soon as he was settled for his projected stay of several weeks, Bill was to write us. He would give us certain times during evening hours when the three of us would try to contact each other telepathically, and make notes of whatever impressions we might receive.

(Jane was sitting across from me at the table. As soon as I had my say she abruptly began to dictate again. Her voice was as deep as ever. She got up, walked over to the divan, and in a most masculine gesture proceeded to squat on one arm of the divan, leaning forward with her hands on her knees. I had never seen her use this gesture before. But there she sat through all of the following material. Her eyes were very dark.)

There are few evenings when I have felt so lighthearted, and we will have an evening that will make up for all the heavy-handed sobriety which I am forced to use to get important material through your heads.

(Here Jane, in a most comical gesture, left her position on the couch and with her spread hands made a vigorous sweeping gesture, as with an invisible broom, the while bending over close to the floor.)

I have tried to take care of your writing hand, my poor befingered Joseph, but if you are truly tired I will take leave of you begrudgingly.

(I had to admit my hand was pretty tired and cramped by now, but inertia helped. As long as I kept going I could keep going.

(My writing hand was tired, even with Seth’s help. I asked Bill to make a drawing of any materialization Seth might perform for him on his trip.