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[...] She had a smoke while I tried to concentrate upon mail, but I didn’t do well. [...]

[...] I worked on mail, reading several great letters and answering a couple. [...]

[...] I worked on mail. [...]

[...] I answered mail. [...]

[...] Jane started reading yesterday’s session while I did mail. [...]

[...] I didn’t mail a long letter Jane wrote him over the weekend; she covered its points in the call this morning. [...] I mailed Tam a copy of it today.

[...] I worked on mail as Jane had a piece of candy and a cigarette. [...]

[...] Her feelings had arisen in large part because of the ever-increasing mail response the Seth books have generated. [...]

(We gave up our regularly scheduled sessions last week, and spent a great deal of time correcting the proofs for Volume 1 of “Unknown.”³ In fact, I didn’t finish my part of the job until midnight Sunday; then early this morning I mailed the whole thing to Tam Mossman, Jane’s editor at Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] But right now, here’s a chronological list of our activities from June 17, 1974, when Seth finished his share of the work on Volume I of “Unknown Reality” to April 18, 1977 (today) when I mailed the corrected page proofs for that volume to Jane’s publisher.

[...] I finished typing the manuscript for Volume 1 late in November, spent December checking it, and mailed it to Prentice-Hall early in January 1977.

[...] I said I was seriously considering giving up answering most of the fan mail, which has increased considerably lately. [...]

[...] “If it weren’t for the mail I’d try three sessions a week, but you can’t type any more.”

[...] She finally finished the part of the session for the day before yesterday, but by then couldn’t manage yesterday’s material, so I laid aside the mail and read it to her. [...]

(A minute later she abruptly began the session as I did mail.)

[...] It comes back to you as evidence when through the mail you see the books help people change the directions of their lives.

[...] Do the dishes and check the mail, then I’ll try.... [...]

She’d almost tear the apartment apart looking for the threatening letter that she was sure had come in the mail. She was so persuasive that the first two times this happened, I wondered if she was getting threatening mail, as unlikely as this seemed. I suggested that we open her mail together each day, but then she still insisted that the letters came — slid beneath the door — and, of course, she always misplaced them or lost them. [...]

[...] She began reading aloud yesterday’s six-page session while I worked with mail. [...]

[...] I worked on some mail.

[...] Mailed from NewYork City.)

[...] I tried doing mail, without getting anywhere. [...]

[...] I worked with mail. [...]