“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Then I went back to doing comic-book art by mail for various New York City publishers. Finally I decided to return to the city indefinitely to go into advertising illustration, a field that paid much better. [...]

Well, the pay wouldn’t be as good as I could earn in New York City, I explained to my parents, but my living expenses would be much lower. [...] I could always go to the city. [...]

[...] Then, with Laurel driving and our friends’ cars following, we traveled up a steep and winding hill just outside the city to not only a fine view but to Quarry Farm, an old-fashioned but large and elegant wooden homestead where Mark Twain had done some of his finest writing. [...] Then back down into the city and to the campus of Elmira College. [...]

[...] One gifted Jane with a male dog—a Sheltie—from the city pound. [...]

(3:27.) A city might be overrun by rats, for example — a fine situation for the rats if not the populace — but the entire picture would include unrest in the populace at large, a severe dissatisfaction with social conditions, feelings of dejection, and all of those conditions together would contribute to the problem. [...]

[...] Seth told me I would become a very well-known painter; Ruburt, he said, knew nothing about artists’ agents or their locations in New York City, he said for the record, adding that there is an agent on 62nd street who can be of great help to me. [...]

[...] One of the photographs accompanying the piece was a double-page, full color aerial view of the entire city in its desert setting; Jane and I found this so evocative that I mounted it for easy study. [...]

He “consorted” with prostitutes (Luke 7:33–50) and the poor, and his disciples were hardly men that would be called the city fathers. [...]

[...] There is not a city or a town, for example, in which I dwell. [...]

[...] As time passed, and while I pored over several daily New York City newspapers plus Elmira’s daily paper, I came to realize to a small extent that poor expectations on my part had much to do with my falling ill.

[...] I found it a sad experience to read about the race situation, Viet Nam, the conditions of life and crime in New York City, etc., although of course I realized that much of this news meant something was being done about some urgent problems.

[...] Money was involved with both people, since my Miss Bowman had lent me the money to go through art school in New York City. [...]

[...] He teaches a high school course called “Inner and Outer Space,” in a small city in Connecticut; the class uses Jane’s book, The Seth Material, as text. [...]

(Our road atlas does not list a town called Decatur in either North or South Dakota, nor any town or city of 12,000, for that matter. [...]

[...] You are so “unrealistic” that it seems to you that you visit old houses, long ago torn down, or that you travel in exotic foreign cities that you have actually never visited.

[...] The Gallaghers were involved in four airplane trips in a space of five days: From San Juan to St. Thomas, and back; from San Juan to New York City; from New York City to Elmira, NY.)

Later at another end of this same city, they pass shacks.

(“On our flight to New York City, a woman and child sat across the aisle and a little ahead of us. [...]

[...] We did walk through such a large terminal on our arrival in New York City.”)

[...] We talked about the old days—in New York City and here—Sam’s etc. [...]

[...] People are forced to look beyond their own families, cities, and even countries, to that clearly illuminated arena of the world.

My house was in the busiest, northwestern part of the city, just beyond what you would call the heart of town. [...]

[...] In the tumult of the city the particular bells could be recognized, therefore, by the poor and by the slaves who waited to buy products — often wilted foods from the laden carts.

[...] The pendulum also advised her against a trip to New York City at this time. [...]

[...] Through an arrangement with my mother, Stella Butts, Miss Bowman loaned me the money to attend commercial art school in New York City from 1939 to 1941. [...]

[...] Again, in Framework 2 each event is known, from the falling of a leaf to the falling of a star, from the smallest insect’s experience on a summer day to the horrendous murder of an individual on a city street. [...]

(At the exact time the session was due Monday, Jane, Del, Midge and I were visiting our landlord and his wife on their farm in Pine City. [...]

[...] An Elmira tavern is named, along with the fact that a New York City detective has given Elmira authorities the names of Elmirans for further investigation. [...]

[...] She told me how a traffic light was installed at the corner of Lake Street and Nelson Avenue, as a result of the suit Marie won against the city, concerning her grandmother’s death. [...]

[...] To read it is a badge of individuality in the city. [...]