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[...] Actually it was very pleasant in the house, with all the windows and doors wide open. [...]

[...] The windows were open; from a neighbor’s house some distance away, we could hear a phonograph playing, the sound carrying clearly on the heavy air. [...]

A dear and cozy good evening to you in your sweet house — with (amused) the baseball game ahead of you, and all of the loving paraphernalia that is so specific in your space and time.

As for the nuclear power generating plant on Three Mile Island, engineers have not yet been able to enter the contaminated containment building housing the reactor—Unit No. [...]

As Ruburt tries more physical activity even in the house, the creative abilities will automatically trigger certain processes so that he finds himself mentally concerned for example with what he will cook, or what cupboard he will wash, or whatever. [...]

(I called Upjohn nursing service last Tuesday, noting that starting next Monday we’ll want a nurse at the house only three times a week instead of five. [...]

[...] While sitting in the usual rocking chair she uses during sessions, Jane said that at times she felt as though she were outside the house, enjoying the spring air, grass, flowers, etc. [...]

[...] “The house could have fallen down, I think … I had that thing again where you’re in it so deep that you’re a part of it — the feeling where you’re in the guts of things.

This particular house exists. [...]

[...] (Jane has been told that everyone at Prentice-Hall, her publishing house, “just loves” Emir.) A couple of weeks ago Sue Watkins delivered the last two chapters of the manuscript for Psyche that she’s been typing for us; we still have to check that book and finish the notes for it. [...]

[...] I described to him the house in which I was born, situated directly across Route 6 from the old college buildings. [...]

[...] She was not bothered by noises in the house, etc., and remembered none of the material until the end.

(This reference concerns new tenants who have moved into the second-floor apartment of the house next door. Although our house is separated from it by quite an expanse of lawn, our new neighbor is quite obvious as he walks back and forth before his picture window in his undershirt. [...]

[...] We went into the house to wash the foot, and much to my surprise I fainted.

Steep steps led up to your house at that time. [...]

([Peggy:] “This is a good description of the guest house where we stayed on St. Thomas on Friday and Saturday, October 22-23. The guest house was two story, and built on the side of a steep hill; it had the feeling of being raised up because of this. [...]

[...] But the guest house in which we stayed on Friday had a verandah.”)

(“At the guest house where we stayed on St. Thomas a large dog, a family pet, was around most of the time. [...]

[...] Bill watched such a man from just outside the guest house. [...]

[...] Seeking some relief, Jane left the house for a short walk during break. [...]

[...] I’d heard the same sound a few days ago, but since it had been a windy day I’d thought the noise was caused by branches rubbing against the house or fireplace outside. [...]

[...] She was conscious of various sounds in the house while speaking.

[...] People lived in houses shared by their elders that had earlier been shared by their elders backward through family lines, so that daily experience and family incident was not nearly as restrained to the present in your terms. [...]

The church was quite real to Ruburt as a child, through the priests who came [to the house] regularly, through direct contact with the religious [grade] school, and the support offered to the family. [...]