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(During break—I think this break—I told Jane and Rob of when I was very young—ten or eleven. [...]

([Mary:] “Because I only have ten more days till I get the hearing test, and I have a feeling that he’ll want this specialist to go in there and work.”)

[...] If you find that you are berating yourself because of something you did yesterday, or ten years ago, you are not being virtuous. [...]

[...] I had been speaking for perhaps ten minutes, however, when Jane abruptly began to speak for Seth from her prone position. [...]

[...] Yet there can be danger that you forget that creative time can produce in an hour magic creations that ten hours of frightened, enforced time can never do—and that a moment’s inspiration in a bar, or with company, or on a walk in the park can bring forth world-changing theories that no amount of fearful economy of time will ever deliver.

[...] [A note added later: But as things developed, he didn’t begin alluding to it until Chapter Ten.]

[...] Like Rembrandt had, I was painting portraits and full-figure compositions on very large canvases—even over ten feet square, say. [...]

I recommend most strongly that you use the same procedure; success would allow you to do ten times as well in the available time as is usual. [...]

(10:17 P.M. “Now that’s weird,” Jane said as soon as Seth withdrew, “It’s only a quarter after ten, but I feel that what we got is way beyond in proportion to the time involved. [...]

[...] People who should have died ten years ago by such prognoses, still live, while others who it seems should have lived, died.

Such an individual may find himself in ten different environments within the flicker of an eyelash, for example, with no idea of the reason behind the situation. [...]

Now, various men in this country and abroad are indeed experimenting quite scientifically with various instruments, and within ten years much of this will be accepted within scientific circles.

[...] I didn’t realize until the session was over that this was the second heading Seth had given for Chapter Ten. [...]

[...] And again, no more than ten minutes is required.

(I might add here that my arbitrary designation of an average pause on Jane’s part might run to perhaps ten seconds. [...]

[...] But then the experience is ten times more rewarding and informative.

It was not safe to play around with Ruburt in such a manner ever, because when you weren’t looking he would be just as liable to hit you over the head with a rock for something you had said ten years ago, and completely forgotten. [...]

[...] She did say that in July she had been on a cruise to Bermuda, in which she, her husband and friends had been on or near the water for about ten days. [...]

[...] She now can take, say, ten steps at a time, leaning on her typing table, instead of the one or two previously possible. [...]

In the meantime, his muscles have contracted ten times because they could not be put into activity, as the thought behind them was denied. [...]

[...] In one sentence Augustus would make a statement, and ten minutes later make it clear with another remark that the first fact had not been true.