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[...] As I wrote these notes she half lay on her own chair with her head in my lap—a position she hadn’t taken for years. [...]

[...] Enough of them would be followed however to provide some kind of inner program, that would at least head you in the proper directions.

[...] You will find some heads of state, and — particularly in the past — some members of royal families who also belong to this group.

“Please be frank, as I do not like this hanging over our heads,” Seth said. [...]

[...] My consciousness returned so quickly to my body that my physical head was swimming. [...]

[...] That is the heading.

[...] Her head was down and she sat with a hand raised to it. [...]

In your latest series of interworkings, you and Ruburt,¹ with your dreams and so forth, with Ruburt’s notes and your own, were both heading in the proper direction, dealing with issues that are important personally, and that also have a much broader impact.

[...] The shade of the closest lamp was fatter and taller than its companion’s, but this didn’t seem to matter: I soon realized that both lights were supernally bright—so strong, indeed, that although I was very tempted to turn my head to look straight at them, I refrained because I wasn’t sure I could stand facing them. [...]

(I was shaking my head no, grinning, before Seth finished asking his question. [...]

[...] In one frown of yours he saw ten, and imagined all kinds of dire thoughts were going on within your head. [...]

(I shook my head no. [...]

[...] The geese came in low over the river half a block away, flying beneath the clouds and in the rain — a great wide “V” of them, heading north.

[...] Her head was down, a hand to her face. [...]

[...] Her eyes were closed, her head down, a hand to her face. [...]

[...] He is like a child begging for a piece of frosty cake, and I must admit I was tempted to shove his head in the frosting.

[...] I could not see the man’s head or shoulders, or even his waist. [...]

[...] In this one, as Bill, Jane and I stared into a mirror, the reflection of Jane’s head changed in size and shape, and finally appeared to hang in space just forward of the rest of her reflection. [...]

There are few evenings when I have felt so lighthearted, and we will have an evening that will make up for all the heavy-handed sobriety which I am forced to use to get important material through your heads.

[...] She sat quite still, her eyes closed, her head down.)

(John said the conversation he was involved in was innocuous enough, at least on the surface, but that when he head the voice speak to him within he became more cautious. [...]

Next chapter heading (10), to be called: “The Pleasure Principle. [...]