“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] I have been here emotionally, hardly hidden in the folds of the curtains. [...]

[...] Seth’s remarks about Willy Two, or Billy, as we sometimes call him now, were obviously made in response to the funny annoyance we’d felt before the session, when the kitten had been in great form; jumping all over the furniture, pawing at the curtains — as well as Jane and me — getting in our papers, and so forth.)

[...] They had told no one in authority of their decision to remain, and had instead closed all the curtains so that others would not be aware of their presence. [...]

[...] I saw a very wide closed opaque curtain, and an interior wooden wall.)

[...] This includes some new yellow curtains for the living room and Jane’s office, etc.)

[...] The curtains were open, it was still light out, we could hear people talking downstairs and in the hall outside our door. [...]

[...] Looking back into the empty studio, he raced into the living room, jumped up on a bookcase beneath a window and hid behind a curtain.

[...] The front room was my work-mood room, with all my poetry books predominating and no curtains, very spare. The other room was my play-it-safe-be-like-everybody-else-mood-curtains and conventional paraphernalia.”

[...] Jane had become involved with the yellow material, trying it out as a curtain, slipcover, tablecloth, etc., and she made plans to buy some more. [...]

[...] Suddenly he ran out of the closet, fur on end, bolted through the living room, and hid behind the curtains. [...]

[...] As if on signal a brisk wind swept the window curtains in; papers rustled and shifted in the room; the small explosions of the firecrackers became suddenly louder. [...]

(At the start of this same period my own inner adventures stopped completely, as though hidden by a curtain closing on a stage. [...]

During all this time the curtains were open. [...]

[...] As of now we have so far mailed the letter to Eleanor re Rich Bed; phoned the ad about a house in to the Elmira paper; obtained the paint for Jane’s workroom; put up new curtains in her room; begun inquiries about the duplication of the letter for readers who write to Jane; packaged the first six chapters of Seth’s book to mail to Tam at Prentice-Hall tomorrow; begun to check the galleys for Oversoul Seven—all of these being items on the list we made out a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] I was engaged in a contest to see if I could help Jane get ready for bed, set the alarm and the electric blanket, turn out the bedroom lights and open the curtains and a window—all before I gave out in a heap on the bed. [...]

The fabric is either a wall hanging, such as a curtain, or a woman’s dress. [...]

[...] Would you for a moment turn off your main light and open your blinds and curtains or whatever so that I may look out into the snowy night?

[...] I now latched it tightly, which helped, and pulled the curtains over it to further deaden the sounds.

[...] During our sessions we no longer kept the curtains drawn. [...]

[...] You should take steps to realize the connection with your mother and red, so that our friend can use his red curtains at Christmas with immunity.