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[...] He is like a child begging for a piece of frosty cake, and I must admit I was tempted to shove his head in the frosting.

You set yourself against all of this, against the gist of life and joy and vitality, and turn your back upon it with the paltry excuse: “If one person does not love me in a male-female relationship in this life, then I threaten to destroy myself, and shatter the form that holds the spirit, and shatter the form like a glass thrown upon the floor, like a child in a tantrum.” [...]

Jane worked less and less as the holiday season approached, although on December 15 she gave her fourth private session; its most evocative subject matter—art and child psychology—is separate from our themes for Dreams. [...]

[...] It puts you in touch with the magical feeling of yourself that you had as a child, and that is familiar to you at levels usually beyond your physical knowledge of yourself. [...]

[...] Indeed, she was looking out at that view at four o’clock on a foggy morning in June 1979 (over two and a half years ago) when she was inspired to name that certain part of her “that is as clear-eyed as a child” the “God of Jane.” [...]

[...] And a child is formed in the womb, but may be damaged in the act of passing out.

[...] The church’s concepts at least gave suffering a kind of dignity: It did (underlined) come from God—an unwelcome gift, perhaps—but after all it was punishment handed out from a firm father for a child’s own good.

[...] (Pause.) Man the sinner took over from man the child of God. [...]

[...] The child, the baby image, did not come through clearly. [...]

[...] Perhaps two women and a man, and loud voices, with a child listening close by.

There was a previous relationship, in your terms, with your third child. [...]

Ruburt saw Seagull, or Richard, as a child who followed Eleanor’s advice, and in watching Richard’s career, was able to see more clearly what that kind of career meant.

[...] Children are also taught, however, that reading for anything but short periods was somehow unhealthy, that daydreaming or staying alone for anything but a brief period meant that the child was withdrawn, and that his activities—or hers—were somehow unnatural.

[...] The child was sired in the past. [...]

[...] With my somewhat secretive nature I’d had no urge, even as a child, to tell my parents about it, or to see a doctor. [...]

[...] (To me:) I said, for example, that you died as a child in one probability, and again in the (military) service, and I gave you a small sample of your parents’ probable history. [...]

[...] I hadn’t noticed this, but told Bill Jane had talked at times of being left-handed as a child; I told him I remembered Jane saying something about being made to write right-handed in school.)

[...] The purpose however was two-fold again, the development of an environment in which controls would be there: the symptoms taking the place in this case of the mother’s restrictive presence, and the comparative isolation in the house, the comparative solitude that he felt was necessary then for the emergence of the creative abilities—both of these you see existing in the child environment.

[...] If you have a child, you are not diminished. [...]

The child’s ego is not the adult’s ego. [...]

[...] You are like a child in objective reality. [...]

That James however is, of course, as he says the William James that he was —and yet is no more the same William James, as the child and the adult are one person and yet are not. [...]