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(And once again, as she’d done for the session of last December 28, she wanted tonight’s material to be presented as part of regular Session 393. I was glad to do it—and note that Jane’s class sessions usually are in marked contrast to those we hold for ourselves, for books or whatever in the future. As would be expected of a gathering, class sessions were full of energy and repartee and questions and serious thinking both with and without Seth.

(And they were loud. Often I felt sorry for the other tenants in the big old apartment house we live in on West Water Street, in Elmira, New York. Our good friend Leonard Yaudes, who lives directly below us on the first floor, would sometimes leave the house on class nights. Yet he never complained.

(Now Jane speaking as Seth, pointed to Connie.) One I have known vaguely in my own past. However you would not recognize me now, though I do indeed remember you. Now, you would not know yourself, for you were a small boy of three to four years old when I knew you, and I did not know you well. This was in Denmark, and your father was a baker. You had indeed a very short life, dying at nine or ten, of diptheria. You see, you are older than you knew you were.

(“Where would the records be?”)