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(Now Jane, as Seth, began a most entertaining performance. To this point Jane had been sober, quiet and dignified. Now she began to grin broadly. Often, to emphasize a point, she would lean over my desk, smiling. She appeared to be enjoying herself very much. Her eyes were very dark. The very tone of her voice changed to one of amusement. I have seen Jane display mirth in the sessions before, but this period of such feeling lasted far longer. Now she tapped on my desk.)

(Again Jane sat down opposite my desk, in the Kennedy rocker. Grinning broadly, her eyes very dark, sipping at a glass of wine, she leaned forward to tap the desk.)

(At 8:45 Jane awoke from her nap feeling much refreshed. She asked me if she could share my studio with me and of course I agreed, having offered this arrangement some time ago. Her desk and books do not take up much room. Jane was so enthusiastic over this idea that she forgot to be nervous before the session began.

To obtain this verbatim record: In the first few sessions Jane and I sat facing each other with the board on our laps, and with a desk close beside me on the right. [...] I kept my left hand there and wrote down questions and answers with my right, using the desk as support. [...]

The object has something to do with a desk top. A rather old-fashioned desk top. [...]

A lamp on a still higher portion of the desk. [...] Also a small round object on the desk, I believe of glass, the shape of a globe, and it is heavier than it looks. [...]

(“By the time I got to my desk, all of those fine points and the smooth polished prose had gone. [...]

(“Thursday afternoon at desk, May 3/73, on Seth’s book:

(Here, Jane tapped on my desk for emphasis. [...]

(Again Jane rapped on my desk. [...]

[...] It was on a desk. [...]

[...] who sits at a desk or table that has a lamp on it. Not a table lamp type of thing, but a desk lamp variety, perhaps of brown metal. [...]

I believe that the light is concentrated directly in front of him upon the desk or tabletop, and that he sits more or less like this, with the light falling in front of him.

(Here Jane, her eyes still closed, leaned forward in her rocker and took a position as though she were sitting at a desk with her elbows on it, her hands raised toward her head.)

[...] I left at 1:20, after leaving a note on his desk at the office.

(Jane leaned over the desk, smiling at me. [...] She remained at the desk for a few minutes, then moved over to our living room window.

[...] Now she rapped upon my desk for emphasis.)

(Again a rap upon the desk.)

[...] The object seems to have a purpose or function connected with a desk. [...]

[...] And this afternoon, “off and on for almost an hour,” her eyesight improved remarkably as she sat working at her desk: “The type began getting bigger and bigger and bigger.” [...]

This room, the office, has a large light-colored wooden desk, set out from a window—that is, not in the center of the floor—the chair between the window and the desk.

A desk beneath this window, of dark wood. [...]

[...] A photograph on the desk, taken in 1936, of a woman. [...]

[...] With, now (Jane gestured with the envelope, her eyes closed) my impression here is of a desk, or chair connected with a desk. [...]

(“With, now… my impression here is of a desk, or chair connected with a desk. [...]

When he thinks that he must do such and such, must prove his worth by sitting at his desk, then he lays a heavy hand upon those same impulses. [...]

[...] It is healthy to be athletic, unhealthy to sit at your desk. [...] If you sit as your desk it will become stiff. [...]

(Long pause at 10:51.) He believes that he should use it on the one hand, therefore, and not use it on the other, for if he uses it “properly,” how can he be sitting at his desk?

[...] Ruburt can stop trying to get everything arranged on his desk before work, so he will not have to get up for example. [...]

[...] The aspirins in the desk drawer and on the bookcase are another instance.

I see also a box of clippings in a drawer, perhaps a desk drawer, (Jane took a long pause) and an unusually-shaped object, perhaps used as a paperweight.

[...] She said that again she had the vaguest kind of an impression, this time of an object, perhaps the paperweight, on top of a dark wooden desk. [...]

[...] The book having a connection with a desk, and another location.” [...] Also it may have laid on a desk, and it was sent to Jane from another location—Brooklyn, NY.

[...] The book having a connection with a desk, and another location.

[...] The object was not kept in a drawer of my desk in the studio, but lay beneath a pile of papers on a shelf of the desk, perhaps a foot above the desk drawer which contains our financial records.

[...] On top of the stack of papers that had accumulated on the desk shelf, and which contained Wendell Crowley’s envelope and letter, I had placed a plastic tape dispenser as a makeshift paperweight. [...]

[...] I would have thought that you would have hit upon the entryway idea yourselves; something to keep your psychic energies contained, and again it is the feeling that the entryway gives you rather than the entryway itself, and the feeling that a desk and chair in another room gives Ruburt, rather than the desk and chair itself.

(Pausing, Jane stood with arms outstretched to the left of my desk. [...]

(Jane tapped on my desk for emphasis. [...]

(Now Jane came up to the table I use as a desk during sessions. [...]

(Jane leaned smiling over the desk.)