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(I repeated that she should have told me when the feelings began—not three hours later. “But it’s good that they’re there,” I said. “It means you’re expressing them, even if they are unpleasant. If you weren’t they’d still be buried.”

(“My most hopeful feeling is that when you give it all up the panic comes up again, and then you’re making progress. But it still seems like you can only stand so much: two people in a household,” she said cryptically. Meaning what? I wondered.

(“Youth and innocence must have been on our side, back there at York Beach,” Jane said, “when we felt so terrible. The whole thing with your eyes adds to the whole thing—I can barely see what I eat, though if I put on my close-up glasses I could.... I want to see if I can get more comfortable. Then I get the feeling that scares you even more—that you’re scared to death of the hospital, and yet you’re afraid to dismiss your doctor and say to hell with the whole bit—I must be hiding stuff, see, because I’m getting ready to cry, because the time might come when you couldn’t stand it any more, and you’d have to do it—go back to the hospital—go through it all again—then I just tell myself I’d make out again, just like millions of people....”

(“I have no idea. If I could just put my head down and relax I’d be so relieved—then maybe I’d switch over to a session.” Her forehead nearly rested upon the tabletop. “I guess after the session last night I got more frightened. I had a hell of a time last night—I went into dream states and hallucinations the whole night. When you came in [at 1:15 AM] I wanted to get up, but I believed what you said, that I had to get off my ass for a while.... I started talking to the people giving the news on TV [channel 13], and Chris’s mother [whom Jane has never met; Chris Hover cleans the house every other Sunday], and to you and other people. But I always feel their presences, as if they’re really there....”