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I had intended to chat with you for a while. Now that you are back with steady sessions once more, I need not use every session for dictation as long as I know my book is doing well. I thought you might perhaps miss the more easy give and take, if every session was dictation—though of course most sessions will be.

But if you have nothing to say to me, how can we chat?

(10:20. Seth and I did have a chat until 10:38, without notes. Our talk covered quite a few topics and was very enjoyable, although I was in a somewhat quiet and depressed mood this evening. I wasn’t at my best but did rouse enough to have a good exchange with Seth. We will have to do this more often. Habit is strong, too: there were some points I would have liked to make notes about....)

[...] Contemplate going further, to porch, but Stamps are out there and I don’t feel like chatting. [...]

[...] My eyes were bothering me some, but I typed some James this afternoon; then Frank came in at 3:30; and Margaret B. came in to visit; I was annoyed; tired of people about, etc., but tried to be pleasant; as we chatted I felt my right foot and ankle changing. [...]

[...] Robert Butts had gone out for a while, and Jane, Eve, and I were chatting. [...]

[...] Rob told me about the heavy masculine voice with its astonishing volume, and all around me I felt this high energy and great humor as if an invisible Seth were sitting there, smiling, ready to start a friendly chat.

Rob asked several other questions, and the two of them, Rob and Seth, chatted back and forth for three quarters of an hour. [...]

The initial poor reaction the morning following our little chat was simply the result of a temporary fear of letting go. [...]

This had to do with our chat, that he recalls as a dream. [...]

Were your recorder set up again, I would simply chat with you in a give and take session that would allow you to ask more questions. [...]

Dictation: The continuation of our sexual fireside chat. [...]

I did indeed, only now, tell Ruburt that if your Roosevelt held his fireside chats, I could hold mine, even without the benefit of a fireside.

[...] Surely after our pleasant chat the other evening you should know nothing of this sort would offend me, and I would much prefer more broken-up sessions, if they are necessary, than sessions in which I see myself as a torture master.

[...] And if you are not good I will have another cozy little chat that lasts until three o’clock in the morning.

[...] I feel like a person who expects company for a nice long chat, only to have them just say hello.”)

—a fireside chat. (Humorously.

[...] He will be chatting, or yelling at his painting, or whatever. [...]

First we will have our fireside chat.

First of all, this evening’s small chat: it was a beginning. [...]

Now—I want to have a quiet chat with both of you, even though I do most of the talking.

(Now, for the second time recently, Seth and I enjoyed a chat without my taking notes. [...]

[...] You can say to a friend, “I will meet you at four o’clock at the corner,” or at a restaurant, for a drink or a chat or a meal, and your friend will know precisely where and when he will find you. [...]

[...] We had a brief chat, a very pleasant exchange. [...]

[...] Because I am in a chatting mood, and I have goodies.