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(To emphasize the following paragraph, Jane leaned over the desk and spoke even more slowly and deliberately. [...]

[...] We had already gone into the bedroom when I felt drawn to go out into the front room to my desk. [...]

[...] Simply put: The addition of a small desk and chair to the bedroom as a more or less permanent fixture for a small private place, accessible when he wants it, for our so-sensitive and sometimes pig-headed Ruburt. [...]

He thought that immobility kept him at his desk working, free from any impulses to do otherwise, since for many years he believed that the spontaneous self must be harnessed toward creativity, and that left alone it would have too many other interests. [...]

Here, as Seth, I pounded on the desk for emphasis, and suddenly began speaking in a stronger voice. [...]

[...] I am at my desk: produce.”

[...] That morning before beginning work, I sat at my desk unaccountably thinking about the way Rob and I had met. [...]

[...] She’s now developed difficulties with vision, hearing—especially in the left ear—walking, and practically all physical activities except sitting at her table or desk, or on the couch watching TV. [...]

[...] He thinks of papers on a desk, or in a briefcase, that seem to have to do with a particular plan.

[...] Papers in connection with the landlord himself now, kept secretly, in a place not often used, within or behind an old desk. [...]

[...] You are surrounded by propaganda saying that the body will not perform in a healthy, vigorous manner, if you indulge primarily in subjective activity—if you sit at your desk, for example.

[...] Father Ryan gave Ruburt his first typewriter, and desk, and bed. [...]

[...] This time, while bending over my desk, I saw with inner vision a rusty opened sardine can lying on a worn wooden shelf. [...]

I was sitting at my desk when I began to feel funny. [...]

[...] Then he did not need to deal with what he thought of as distracting elements—to leave his desk. [...]

[...] Until Ruburt was at his desk this evening, he did not finally decide whether or not he would greet the strangers you knew had earlier tried to reach you. [...]

[...] Be at your respective places —Ruburt at his desk, you in your studio—by 9:30, and work clearly, without interruptions, for three hours.

[...] The nuts should be kept on his desk however, and nibbled.

[...] Also I saw a bright yellow light flash behind the seated figure of a man at a desk. [...]

[...] Rob possibly could have been sitting in my desk chair. [...]

One moment I sat at my desk with my paper and pen beside me. [...]