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[...] But I suggest now that you take a break, even though I do not have to worry about the state of your fingers.

And now, I bid you a fond good evening, not worried about your fingers (Rob), but our friend’s over here (me). [...]

The left hand reference has to do with a finger, I believe. [...]

[...] Rest your fingers if you wish.

(“But keep your fingers crossed,” I told Jane, “until we get next month’s bill.” [...]

(Jane said that the fingers of her right hand had been slightly “fat” late in the session, particularly her index finger.

He has—are your fingers tired?

Do you want to rest your fingers?

[...] And now, see, I’m talking and these little men are working on my hands, my astral fingers. [...]

[...] You can stand before the shadow of a friend in the afternoon, in waking reality, and snap your fingers all you want to, but your friend’s shadow will not move one whit. [...]

Are your fingers tired?

[...] Bill dislikes seeing it go, since he uses it as a base for his skin-diving expeditions in the lake, which is one of New York State’s famous Finger Lakes.

(To begin this evening’s session Jane and I sat at the board as usual, with our fingers touching the pointer. [...]

Astonished, I thrust my hand out the window, and the motion set ripples out, making fairly deep “cracks” near my fingers and more shallow ones farther away. [...]

[...] Several times I put my hand out as far as it could go and wiggled my fingers. [...]

My fingers are leaves that rustle and drop.
Birds fly through the eyes of my skull.
Clouds float atop my spinning head
And stars burn the moons of my toes.

Now you may take a break, though I hope your fingers are not broken.

Now out of mercy for your fingers you may take a break. [...]

I will take this by gentle steps and (to me) let you rest your fingers.

[...] Now what we need is an extra set of fingers for you. [...]

[...] There is no reason why you must take notes until your fingers feel as if they would drop. [...]

[...] (Pause; my interpretation; her eyes closed, Jane attempted to write in the air with a finger the words she tried to pronounce.) De, I believe, seven—Savrantinos (halting pronunciation) I said concordi—Concordiat de Savrantino.