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(Seth’s material on Paul O’Neill’s cottage came about because of our conversation with Paul this noon as he checked Jane’s lower teeth here at the house. It seems he and his wife are buying a larger cottage close by their old one, which they plan to rent. The price of the older cottage is around $35,000, I believe, and I don’t recall Paul saying outright that they wanted to sell the cottage. Rather, the O’Neill’s plan to rent it out for “the season” at a healthy sum, as is the custom at Lake Keuka.
I would heartily suggest that you and Ruburt consider (underlined) the possibility of buying Paul’s cottage. The consideration itself is what I am after —the willingness to explore a probability that has come into your attention—because in so doing you remind yourselves of the freedoms that are (underlined) available in your terms, and because such a consideration, among other things, will allow you to automatically see your beliefs from a different focus, through another picture frame.
(The front room overlooking the water is, contrary to expectations, rather an unusual one in Provincetown, Bill said, since the cottages are rather crowded in against other buildings in somewhat of a helter-skelter fashion, and actually most of them do not command a view of the water. In this O’Toole’s cottage was out of the ordinary. The bar in the cottage has a small beer keg, Bill said, but he does not believe this is the one referred to by Seth.
[...] This room is part of a cottage that is joined to another cottage in the crowded Provincetown area, and both units are, actually, directly in back of a business establishment that faces on Provincetown’s main street, Commercial St. To reach them it’s necessary to use an alley around the business establishment. [...]
(Bill Macdonnel also states that as one looks out the front room of Larry O’Toole’s cottage, he sees just to the left a dock with boats, although Seth stated it as “a boat and dock,” singular. To the right of the joined cottages is the Provincetown Playhouse.
(To leave the cottages for a moment, down the street within three blocks is a bar with a large keg in it, as Seth stated. [...]
I think it was that late morning that Margaret, our neighbor, dropped in late morning to tell us she and Joe would be heading for their cottage, but somewhere I got it in my head that it would be one of those summer weekends when people prowled around—found excuses to go to malls or visit strange towns or just wander the streets or through public buildings—or visit here, if there were any fans in the nearby locality. [...]