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Ruburt has not been reading Dunne, incidentally, but Priestley’s interpretation of Dunne, which is something else again, but fairly accurate.
[...] But this individual as seen by Priestley at this particular point is somewhat limited, still, by this time one. [...] From this he is free, but he is still somewhat bound by those events, though he may learn from them. [...]
It is true that Priestley speaks in terms of consciousness being retained at this stage, but a consciousness devoid of personality is an odd bird indeed. The personality structure changes, it is true, but consciousness of overall identities within any given unit of consciousness is always retained. [...]
[...] But things simply do not happen as Dunne supposed they did. He was correct in carrying his times further than Priestley, but he was incorrect in assuming the serialization continued indefinitely along the same lines.
The number one time cannot contain other times but the consciousness, with help, can to some extent perceive these other times. [...] Our spacious present of which I have spoken contains all times, but it is not a thing apart from them, nor precisely their sum. [...]
First I achieved a partial projection of some kind, and thought I might complete it but didn’t. Strong thrilling sensations, feelings of being swept away. [...] I could feel the blanket over me and my pillow at neck move in odd fashion as if my physical body was making unaccustomed movements, but thought I was motionless. [...]
[...] She had no idea of the total however, but said the 14,000 figure would not be unreasonable. She thought she might have a total figure in her notes, taken for the series of articles she is to write for the local paper, but a check of the notes yielded no clues here. [...]
[...] Her pace was now average to begin, but quickly speeded up.)
[...] We have heard of Dunne, of course, but have yet to read any of his works; for some reason the library here has none of his books.
[...] She had finished the Priestley book just before supper, and said she hadn’t had time to think it over; but someone had been thinking it over.)