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(A note: Late this morning Jane and I drove up to the Hoffman Street post office and mailed the corrected script of Personal Reality to Prentice-Hall. [...]

[...] A building or part of a building where they stay now, where there is a long narrow section, a roof supported, a flat roof I believe, long and narrow, supported by posts with a floor not of wood. [...]

(I’d also run errands to the post office, supermarket and drugstore while Peggy assisted Jane, and by the time I got back Peggy had managed to get Jane from the bed back into her chair—but it hadn’t been easy, Jane said later, and she hadn’t been able to describe to Peggy just how I did it myself with little effort. [...]

[...] The post office fouled up here, misplacing the special delivery notice, then failing to make delivery, etc. Finally when Jane went to the post office just before closing time today to claim the package, it proved to be lost again, this time on the premises. [...]

[...] By session time they were somewhat diminished, but were very inhibiting during the day, making me hesitate to do the things I’d ordinarily do without a second thought, such as drive to the post office to mail Jane’s intro for Sue’s book Conversations With Seth. [...]

[...] Jane and me, Prentice-Hall, the world, critics, the post office?”

[...] The building he’d entered had been the post office.

(Jane was elected to this post in her junior year at Skidmore. [...]

[...] Jane had made her own list of errands to run Tuesday, and this included a visit to the post office to buy stamps, as well as mail the package. [...]

[...] Jane hasused federation, and words like before re large buildings such as post offices, etc., so it seems that here federation refers to the college at Oswego, where Dr. Instream teaches.

(Mr. Macdonnel teaches art in grades 1-9 at Painted Post Junior High School.)

[...] Jane watched him while I went to the post office. [...]

[...] A dark-colored wooden bed with high posts. [...]

[...] A series of small boxes, as in a post office, though I believe they are connected with the college.

No man can find
The post or sign
That led the self
Through such strange land.
The way is gone,
The self returns
To slip its bony
Image on.

[...] It chanced however that while we were waiting in line at the post office to mail packages, we saw a Marine in uniform. [...]

[...] She may have been accident-prone at that time in her life, and the dreams themselves may have acted as suggestion — as a sort of post-hypnotic suggestion that she could fight off for only so long. [...]

[...] The top and bottom edges of the object are serrated or perforated; several receipts are contained on one page in the book at the post office, and are torn off as used. [...]

The post or sign

[...] I suppose we might use the post office’s impending rate increases as an excuse to save on postage, and either cut way down on, or eliminate, answering the mail, if this will help. [...]