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Whenever he began to improve some of these issues would become quite clear and obvious. On some ways the two apartments, he felt, were an honest symbol of your relationship. When he annoyed you by thrashing about in bed, this was of course what the thrashing about in bed was supposed to do—remind you of his presence there.

[...] The thrashing around was something else again, and it represented your knowledge that your father would be born again. You experienced his thrashing around in the womb which he shall later enter.

[...] The right foot moved and she began thrashing her body from side to side. [...]

[...] The trees thrashed over our heads, and Jane’s nervousness finally infected me. [...]

[...] This morning in bed Jane had thrashed and whimpered almost constantly while both sleeping and waking, unable to get comfortable. [...]

(Jane slept until noon, and again during the morning thrashed about often in her sleep, and sometimes whimpered or cried out, presumably because of a dream. [...]

[...] My thrashing around in bed woke Rob up.

[...] We project our inner knowledge “outward” in distorted fashion; thus on a global scale we thrash about with our problems of war, overpopulation, and dwindling natural resources, to name but a few.

[...] By now my wife had thrashed back and forth in her chair—not violently—telling me often that I had to help her; she certainly acted disoriented. [...]

[...] I remember that it resembled a beetle, was about half an inch long, was a beautiful light red-brown color, and lay helplessly on its back with its legs thrashing. [...]

[...] My outcry, my thrashing about in bed and waving my arms, of course startled Jane; I believe she had not yet fallen asleep. [...]

[...] The trees thrashed in my neighbor’s yard across the road. [...]