“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] Ned and others were concerned that Jane couldn’t exert enough control to come out herself. [...]

[...] To convert to trailer living meant that we’d have to dispose of most of what we owned, including paintings and manuscripts, furniture, files, books, and many written records — something we probably couldn’t have brought ourselves to do. [...]

(As soon as she saw that I couldn’t take notes. [...]

[...] I’m not asking for a perfect performance, and I couldn’t deliver one myself, but it’s extreme behavior on his part when he can’t walk across the goddam room—”)

[...] As for the rest of the drawing other than the wings or antlers, she said she couldn’t see anything in it “in particular” that represented an eagle.

[...] She wants me to call Dr. Kardon to come to the house to examine Jane, saying we owe it to Dr. K., who couldn’t know the extent of Jane’s symptoms these days. [...]

(I couldn’t agree with these ideas less. [...]

[...] Of course you couldn’t. He thought that was understood. [...]

(At the same time, I couldn’t help wondering just what human beings were, why they acted as they did, etc., and why the organism didn’t seem able to take better care of itself at least intuitively. [...]

[...] To paraphrase a remark one of my brothers made recently, I miss them in ways I couldn’t have anticipated before their deaths. [...]

[...] Although I couldn’t remember my mother mentioning them, it was at least possible that she’d known them. [...]

(Then I saw that the car sat on a steep grassy bank, beside a river I believe, and that another old jalopy had somehow been moved in front of our car so that we couldn’t move it. [...]

[...] Once I had such a severe attack of back cramps that I couldn’t stand.

(There were two female dancers at the discotheque, and Jane felt that “a connection with another person” referred to one of these, although she couldn’t say why. [...]

[...] The contrast between the two Seths couldn’t have been more complete.)

[...] I couldn’t describe the expression, but it reminded me of the internal “vision” I’d had this afternoon when I lay down to sleep: I found myself looking at a very old, very probable future manifestation of myself in this life, who rested quietly in bed. [...]

[...] Then I wouldn’t be responsible and you couldn’t talk back.”

[...] I knew at once that the tape’s contents were so revealing of her feelings about her illness, so disturbing and frightening, that she couldn’t bring herself to explore those deep emotions at that time. [...]

[...] The recent sale of Oversoul Seven to an English publishing house for an unbelievable $100, and Prentice’s recent notice to us of a possible sale of Seth Speaks for translation and publishing by a German house for only $300 bothered me greatly; I just couldn’t believe that so little money was available in Europe, no matter what Prentice told us. [...]

[...] Jane said she couldn’t remember any of the data given since last break. [...]