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(Saturday afternoon it was Fred Conyers from Denver, CO. [See the attached copy.] Sunday afternoon it was Gene Lang from NYC. This afternoon it was Mr. Lewis from Honolulu. The visitors arrived as though on schedule. Intertwined with these events were many others in recent days: The john in the cellar bathroom backed up and flooded part of the floor; I had to call the plumber—who’s been here and gone. I developed an intermittent, bothersome toothache. Christine came to clean the house. I typed the brief session for last Friday night. I went to the dentist, and shopping, and the drugstore and the bank. Marguerite Bumbalo visited, and Ellsbeth, and Frank Longwell [twice]. I worked on the budget. I bought some food, but need to go back for more. I also have to buy vitamins yet. With all of this activity, I’ve managed to get in just one-and-one-half hours of work on the preface for Dreams, during the last three days.

(9:35 PM. “I wanted all I could get so bad,” Jane gasped between breaths, “and I could feel myself lapsing.... I’d even caught myself lapsing; I was weary,” Jane said, laughing, that she’d be willing to sit there until 3 o’clock in the morning to get what she wanted in a session, but: “You’re not sitting on your ass until three o’clock in the morning,” I said. “Period.” Her decubiti were too bad for that to be allowed.