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[...] Actually they do not parallel the outer senses, and this will sound appalling to you I’m afraid, simply because there is nothing to be seen, smelled, heard or touched in the manner in which you are accustomed. [...]

[...] When the Johnsons told us who the owners were, I could only reply that I’d heard the name while living in Sayre; the old couple would be contemporary with my mother. [...]

[...] And yet in your mind you heard the music. [...]

[...] Where a place for example is seen, rather than words being heard, is determined by the receiver of the message.

[...] I would like to add that the 170th session, which you have just heard, and which formally ended at 11:45 PM last Monday, July 19, resumed that night at midnight. [...]

(During most of the above dialogue, Seth spoke in a very loud and strong voice; Peggy estimated it could be heard for a city block.

[...] I heard someone moving about in the apartment upstairs.

[...] You must remember what I said earlier about mental enzymes and my remark that color can sometimes be heard … The tree recognizes a human being, though it does not see the human being in your terms. [...]

[...] Actually, they do not parallel the outer senses; and this will sound appalling to you, I’m afraid, simply because there is nothing to be seen, heard or touched in the manner in which you are accustomed. [...]

[...] Jane heard this, she said, but was not bothered by it. [...]

[...] She recorded her brief song in a sad, low-pitched, quavering voice that was like none I’d heard her use before. [...]

[...] We haven’t heard from him since the call. [...]

[...] First of all, it breaks up verbal patterning.⁹ It is composed, however, of sounds and syllables Ruburt has heard before, made up of jumbled Romance languages.¹⁰ These are “foreign” as far as he is concerned. [...]

[...] While Ruburt was working at one of his books a few days ago, he heard a public service announcement. [...]

[...] A passer-by heard his cries days later and freed him. [...]

[...] Jane heard her mother’s deprecating, scathing voice, quoted it to me, and said she felt quite uneasy. [...]

[...] And we discussed Miss Callahan’s condition—we had heard from her relatives that it was deteriorating—and wondered if Seth might mention her. [...]

[...] As I heard those deep resonant tones of his, I knew that Seth was present.

[...] Jane heard our conversation about pictures and joined in the discussion. [...]

[...] Jane and I cannot say whether or not we ever heard, or knew, that the funeral director had daughters, adopted or otherwise. [...]

[...] I then heard a voice, I believe my own, say “Baynor Road,” or “Baynor Drive,” I am not sure which.