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(This in turn leads Seth to some excellent data which is also amusing. The drawing I gave the Kecks was of a pigeon—the “animal in a tree.” The drawing merely showed a pigeon, no tree, and a pigeon is not an animal. Yet the data is very good.

(Caroline Keck sent Jane the items to give to her in appreciation for a pen and ink drawing of a pigeon I gave to Caroline Keck. In July 1964 Jane worked at the Arnot Art Gallery, and Caroline Keck and her husband Sheldon spent some time there then, putting the gallery’s collection in shape. Jane liked Caroline Keck, and the two got along well. The drawing of the pigeon was among a group I had exhibited at the gallery at the time the Kecks were present; they saw it and admired it. I never met the Kecks, but told Jane to give the drawing to them.

(5th Question: Initials? “This may be your friend Gallagher, or your friend Mark, for the first name would seem to be William.” A miss here. As far as we know, neither Bill Gallagher or Bill Macdonnel (Mark) are involved with the object. Bill Macdonnel may have seen the pigeon drawing when it was on exhibit at the gallery; I do not know for sure. Could William have come from Larry, on the object?

Patience, my pigeons. And if Ruburt continues feeding his pigeons as he does, then they will all be as big as barns.

Ah ha, my nervous pigeon.

And good evening, Ruburt, my nervous pigeon. [...]

[...] You are both very patient with me, even that old nervous pigeon. [...]

I speak to you from the known and unknown desire that gives you your own birth, and that speaks to you from the tiniest, least-acknowledged thought that flies like a pigeon within your skull … And in this moment of your reality, and in the desire of your being, do you even create All That Is. [...]

[...] Now dear pigeons it is a lovely evening, I see. [...]

[...] It is a humorous drawing made by Ann Diebler, who works in my office at Artistic Card Co.; Piggie, incidentally, refers to pigeon. [...]

[...] Now the test object contains a poem referring to shivering pigeons and snow—hence the connection. [...]

I will now close, my spring pigeons.

Good night, my pigeons. [...]

[...] Now my two pigeons, good night from your crusty friend. [...]

[...] For that matter I welcome a witness, and it is time that you had one—for your own edification, not mine, and it should do my nervous pigeon Ruburt some good.

This is quite enough for one session, my pigeons.

[...] When it became apparent that most of the audience had dutifully gone under—sitting there and reminding me somehow of pigeons with wings neatly folded—I looked up cautiously to see what Dr. Instream was doing. [...]

[...] He would be pigeon-holed as a psychic. [...]

And now my two wounded pigeons, bandage yourselves up in a short period of rest. [...]

And now my pigeons, night-night, except for one comment: A barricade in front of the door is not necessary.

[...] For that matter, I welcome a witness, and it is time you had one for your own edification, not mine, and it should do our nervous pigeon, Ruburt, some good.

[...] The pigeons, cardinals, sparrows, blue jays and others had flown over from the Chemung River a quarter of a block away. [...]