“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] We didn’t have a phone then, so I decided to ask Miss Cunningham if I could use hers to call a repairman. [...]

[...] Since we do not have a phone we gave Dr. Instream the number of our neighbor across the hall, Leonard Yaudes.

[...] She read a few of the poems from the book to Mr. Fell over the phone and outlined her ideas for its humorous format, etc.; to her surprise he requested that she send him the manuscript for consideration. [...]

[...] Simply so you experience mobility immediately on two important levels: the work area through the phone call and decision, and your immediate present environment. [...]

[...] He received a letter from a person whose name begins with M. There was a phone call at dinnertime—that is, the night meal. [...]

The ordinary seasonal influx with chemical variations usual in her case, plus your mother’s phone call, the niece’s pregnancy, and with your help, brought upon the circumstances. [...]

[...] I also closed the doors so I would not hear the doorbell or phone.

[...] In the phone book the school at which we received the vaccine on each occasion is listed by avenue, but no number is given.

(The phone stopped ringing — at last.) As contemporaries, counterparts choose a particular time framework. [...]

[...] Extra notation by Jane: Bill Ward, while asking Rob to do the job over phone, told him of death of Wendell’s child, a school boy. [...]

[...] ‘Just today Rob was on the phone, and had to hang up. [...]

[...] Later, while I was living in my hometown of Sayre, PA, I received a phone call from Ed inviting me to work with him on a project in Saratoga Springs, NY. [...]

[...] In the February 8 phone call, F. Fell told Jane he would try to get her on some shows to publicize the book.

[...] She wrote the dream down as usual, and called me on the phone to tell me about it. [...]

Now, like then, we close the living room door so we won’t hear the phone or be interrupted by visitors. [...]

[...] Since we do not have a phone, she called a neighbor who relayed the information that Peggy could not come because “something urgent” had developed.

[...] Last July my agent, Tam Mossman, phoned to ask that I search Jane’s papers for a manuscript he remembers her submitting to him some seventeen years ago, when he had been a young editor just beginning a career with Prentice-Hall. [...]