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[...] But in your contacts on the phone, as with your contacts with the world, that is considered Ruburt’s area, his thing. [...]

I replied, “Haven’t you ever known that someone was going to call you, just a moment before the party actually called on the phone? [...]

[...] (Friday morning, March 3,1967.) He thought he was being put off with the phone call. [...]

[...] When the phone rings it is the hostile world out there, so it seems. That was what your father (to me) thought when his phone rang.

[...] At his office Jane was informed that a phone call awaited her from the Alan Burke TV show; a Mr. Shapiro was on the line at that moment. [...]

[...] After all, I hadn’t given Maude our phone number — though I plan to — and we’ve maintained a distance from her and others who have offered help. [...]

[...] I called the two people whose phone numbers were on their checks — one of them had donated $1000. [...]

Or worse—what comic book reader wants Clark Kent to shout out from the phone booth, or wherever “You can do this too, or your version, because we all have a reality in which we are Clark Kent and Superman at one and the same time?” Such people simply want Superman to perform his miracles.

[...] They would much prefer to think of him (Ruburt) as a sweet, passive, and spiritual channel—the figurative phone booth. [...]

[...] She remembered nothing, including the ringing of our phone across the hall. [...]

(At the time I read the copy to Richard and Eleanor on the phone, the name Andrews had no meaning for them, etc.)

(At about 10:10 the phone rang. [...]

[...] She knew the first different effect was coming after the phone call interruption at 10:10, she said. [...]

He received a phone call from a man who lived in another state. [...]

[...] You would not want to handle the phone calls, the interviews, so do not blame Prentice for not giving you what you do not want. [...]

[...] Your own fear, Joseph, sometimes—but not always—pushes you to exaggerate what you think of as Ruburt’s suggestibility on the phone. [...]

(Merle did not know we were eating there, but did know we were in New York City, having been so informed by phone by his wife, with whom I work in Elmira. [...]

(And the phone in 330 didn’t ring. [...]

[...] Now, for example: so as not to bother you, Ruburt made it a point of conscience to speak to your mother on the phone for you, and not call you, when he did not want to do so. [...]

[...] He had a phone call at 3 PM today, from a colleague, having to do with something discussed in a letter; though I am not sure that the letter was written to, or by, the individual on the other end of the phone.

[...] I may have appeared somewhat rude to him, and plan to phone him.

(The phone began to ring at 10:00, much to my surprise. [...]

[...] The phone had stopped ringing some time ago. [...]

There is a phone in this room. [...]

[...] The phone call may have to do with his wife. [...]

(What did develop was that my boss at work, at 11:50 AM, called me on the phone–he happened to be at the company’s other plant on Elmira’s southside at the time–and asked me to put in more time on the job as a regular routine. [...]