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[...] ) You wear a cloak (gesturing ) to protect yourself while flying in the cold night air.

[...] They may feel heartless, or imagine themselves to be so cold-hearted that they punish themselves literally by trying to lose their heart.

[...] Ruburt’s “cold,” the bothersome eyes, are all connected with unusual muscular activity of the jaws, head, shoulders, arms and hands. [...]

(Jane’s cold still lingered to a lesser degree. [...] Her cold had been worse when she held last Sunday’s long unscheduled session.

As far as physical therapy is concerned, if you gave hot water packs—plain towels, or Frank’s gadget—either one—the same or even half the attention you gave the cold water baths, this would now be of excellent immediate benefit. There are reasons why the body might at one time respond to the cold, then the hot water. [...]

[...] We talked to him for an hour (while, alas, dinner got cold), but he was one of those people pleasantly gifted in a variety of fields who hadn’t yet settled down to concentrate on the development of any one or two abilities in particular. [...]

[...] Finally Bill and Peg took Rob and me for a ride in the cold night air, to snap me out of it.

[...] Certainly cold sober though I would not have allowed myself to behave in this manner. [...]

[...] They enjoy contrasts: that between rest and motion, heat and cold, being in direct contact with natural phenomena that everywhere quickens their experience. [...]

[...] When she sipped beer, she felt the cold liquid descend inside her body, but displaced to the right of her esophagus. She recited a list of opposing feelings in her own body that she was simultaneously aware of in her “bigger body”: Her right foot was very cold, her back very hot … I got her a sweater, for our living room had cooled off. The February night was very cold.

(She had something of a cold, but had told me earlier in the evening that she wanted to hold the session. [...]

[...] Jane’s trance had been good, her delivery quiet and rather fast; her voice had become a little rough because of her cold, though. [...]

[...] I was surprised to suddenly notice that her voice was much clearer now, cold or no. [...]

(Room 330 got quite chilly this afternoon—it was cold last night and chilly today—and Jane even had me lay a towel over her part of the time, since we have no heat yet in the room. [...]

(The day was cold—34 degrees—with a coating of half-frozen snow on everything; it had been accumulating through the night. [...]

[...] See the deleted session of November 13, 1972, etc.) I gave you some material on that—Ruburt taking on cold symptoms as given in that material.

[...] She’s only now really recovering from the cold she picked up from RW early last month; and somehow she also got off the track of the sessions.

(For the past week we’ve been trying a “new” treatment for Jane’s symptoms —one we read about recently, and which involves the application of cold packs to her knees and hands for starters. [...]

(From my own notes: I got there at 1:05 on a cold and rainy afternoon. [...]

[...] The day was cold and cloudy. [...]

(It was a cold, cloudy day as I drove down to the hospital. [...]

(Last night had been very cold — it was still 5 below when I got up at 6:30 a.m. After breakfast I ran the car to do several errands, getting the budget bills ready to mail, and so forth. [...]

[...] “Gee, that was good — just cold enough …” She’s sipped at liquids all day. [...]

[...] He would retain his own consciousness, and would perceive sensations somewhat in the way we now feel heat and cold. [...]