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(10:54.) Now Ruburt, because of his beliefs, “artificially” disciplined his muscles so that he would be forced to concentrate upon what it seemed you and he both thought was most important in life—your work.

(“Good night.” 11:30 PM. I thought Seth’s data on the tooth mechanisms very acute indeed. Jane and I haven’t done anything about the hypnosis suggestions, obviously; we need our recorder repaired. I sometimes think it impossible to do all we want to do, or think we should, in the course of an ordinary day. Even if we could manage this, I fear we’d end up so regimented that half of the tasks would be self-defeating. I do think that on my part at least this feeling underlies some of my own shortcomings. Seth was quite chiding in a gently amused way tonight when mentioning the hypnosis affair, his voice quiet, and, I thought, rather tired. This weekend—it’s Sunday afternoon as I type this—we’ve been literally so occupied that we didn’t take the time to go food shopping for the week’s supply. This means extra time later in the week to make up. Nor did Jane get her mail answered yesterday, as she had planned to do, nor did she find the time to putter about in the house, either in her writing room, or the studio annex.)