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Without Ruburt’s now and then, really rather petty explosions, the stability of his working habits and the stability of emotional reactions would not be nearly as regular. The explosions are after all small ones, and of a harmless nature, that have a definite balancing tendency. Nor, my dear Joseph, are these explosions, though this is quite an exaggerated phrase, nor are these his alone; for he takes up also your hidden frustrations and angers, feels them deeply, though consciously he does not know this; and he then in these small explosions rather harmlessly dispels pent-up, small but potent emotional bombshells that belong to you both.

You have set up more blocks than he has. He will be more vulnerable or receptive to your moods than you are to his. You fear moods more than he does, because of the constant emotional gyrations in which your mother is constantly involved. You fear Ruburt’s moods also, for this reason, fearing that you might be swept away by them. For as a child you feared you would be swept away by the raw emotions of your parents, and you feel insecure at such demonstrations. As I have said, you two temperamentally balance each other well.

(Willy now jumped up once more. Reaching for him to make him move, I grabbed his tail and at the same time nearly lost my balance. I pulled Willy backward. He came loose, but at the same time his claws came out in a reflex action. I heard them scrape across Jane’s lap. Jane’s eyes snapped open and she cried out. It was evident that the cat had scratched her through her dress. Jane clearly did not know what had happened exactly; she appeared to be dazed. I said nothing, not wanting to pull her out of her state any more abruptly. I was then surprised to see her sit quietly, finally close her eyes, and go back into her full state. If Willy’s scratches hurt she gave no sign. Indeed, Jane smiled as she began speaking again. Resume at 10:31.)