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Many young men and women have come to adulthood in fine ranch houses in good neighborhoods. [...]

[...] Virtue consisted of the best car, or house or swimming pool — proof that one could survive in a tooth-and-claw world. [...]

Now Ruburt does walk more around the house than he did, but he should extend this to your ground. [...]

(“Where were you born, in what house?”)

If you wanted to monitor the number of people who came to the house, or the publicity involved, the symptoms provided a built-in framework. [...]

[...] She said she was also afraid that she’d keep the group here at the house for hours if she let herself go and did what she wanted to do, on the spur of the moment. [...]

(We did take Tom’s address and phone number, Jane telling him that she might invite him and friends to the house some Friday night, with others. [...]

[...] The furnace reference concerns Jane’s manual operation today of the usually automatic gas heating plant in the house, after the thermostat developed some as yet undiagnosed trouble. [...]

[...] Our landlord was with me, and told me that I could use the blinds, since someone in the house had obviously decided they no longer wanted to use these. [...]

(On October 21, last Wednesday during the session, a remark I made led Jane to recall that on the night before she had had a dream involving a washing machine that leaked and flooded; she told me that she was not sure whether it was the automatic washer in the cellar of the apartment house or not. [...]

[...] The acquisition of your house is on its own a creative achievement—almost purely a side effect of your creativity. [...]

(Loud and amused:) Your ideas about houses, for example, did not bear fruit until you had one. [...]

Now, in your terms you are graced to have a half acre of land upon the earth, and the hillside, with trees that change, and a house that is secure. [...]

[...] As of now we have so far mailed the letter to Eleanor re Rich Bed; phoned the ad about a house in to the Elmira paper; obtained the paint for Jane’s workroom; put up new curtains in her room; begun inquiries about the duplication of the letter for readers who write to Jane; packaged the first six chapters of Seth’s book to mail to Tam at Prentice-Hall tomorrow; begun to check the galleys for Oversoul Seven—all of these being items on the list we made out a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] Ruburt’s grandfather was correct—you need a house open to the four winds.

There are differences between the two halves of the house, having to do with subterranean waterways and old gas pockets. [...]

(Jane wants me to note that this is Day 2 of her new approach to life, based on the session for February 1. I do think the session is an excellent one, and I’ve copied it for use at the house, too.)

[...] I’d idly speculated with Jane about whether the reacquaintance with the Potters — Lois is Mrs. Potter’s adopted daughter — had any connection with my dream about our moving back to the apartment we’d had in the Potter house in Sayre.)

(It wasn’t until I was ready to leave 330 that I realized I hadn’t asked Seth to comment on my dream of the night before — involving our returning to the Potter apartment-house in Sayre. [...]

[...] The next day we were ready to get back to our writing and painting, but first I cleared the house of holiday paraphernalia—including our beautiful Christmas tree. I carefully propped up the tree, a balsam fir, in the woods at the back of the hill house. [...]

The funeral (of my mother on November 19, 1973), family considerations, thoughts of buying a house, brought up difficulties. [...]

In this period just passed Ruburt encountered your family in a crisis situation, opened to influences previously denied in terms of some brief traveling and dining out and spending money, while considering the very large expenditure for the house, and at the same time not working regularly or having my sessions.

He is moving out of one house. He is no longer on dead center, wondering what kind of treatment he might receive at another house—and so he is moving at important psychological levels. [...]

Your house will suit you.

[...] This situation has also interfered with our consideration of house-buying.

I do not believe that you have, that either of you have, progressed far enough to take on faith my contention that it is safe to buy your house. [...]

Consideration of the house did enter into Ruburt’s situation, adversely however, because of both of your fears over finances, so it was well for this reason that the move be temporarily suspended, though it does not have to be this way.

The remark concerning, I believe, settling for less for a while at the gallery while looking for another position, so that the house could be purchased without strain.

[...] Something about us not taking vacations….and even not wanting to rest between mental creative projects; that Rob had his stomach troubles when he needed a rest....a vacation of some sort could have prevented that....but since we prefer to do things differently, we should frequently arrange changes in our lives....that we control....changes in the house, routine, hours....or even a week off to do the house or yard or whatever.... [...]

[...] When we decided to retire I shuffled about the house, cleaning up and locking doors and windows as Jane made ready for bed. [...]

[...] Books were not left around the house for women or children to misuse.

The people at Prentice and generally speaking at any publishing house, live more or less at the level you saw yesterday. [...]

[...] Jane likened it to the vibration one might feel through the floor of a house, say from traffic passing close by. At break, now, she checked to see if this was the effect she had sensed, but it did not seem to be, although traffic does pass our house rather heavily at times.

(Luke and Lois Hutter were visiting her house and husband and kids out in the country, Phyllis said, and she called the house to see if they’d arrived yet. [...]

He had been fussing with the camera at the other end of the house from the den. [...]

I took the fan into the bedroom, the coolest room in the house, sat down on the edge of the bed, and began to write down my own feelings about Rob’s notes (and) the camera affair — and what I called the Magical Connection.

[...] Saturday, for example, I wasn’t able to get out of the house to go food shopping.)

[...] Ruburt’s new and more ambitious movement about the house, using the chair, has activated the body’s motion, of course, so that massaging-like effects occur. [...]