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It was like having a handy whipping-dog around. Now if the whipping-dogs were not connected with Ruburt, this would be a handy family mechanism. Another point I would mention: Ruburt knows quite well your own progress in your own work. He has always been psychologically and psychically attuned to your work. He knows for example when you are doing well and when you feel you are in difficulties, even if it seems to you he does not look at a particular painting, or take, notice.

Also, to some less extent, and at different times, he would know that the symptoms were a whipping-boy for you both, and so he was afraid at times to dispense with them completely. (Of letting them go, for fear they would be needed next week.)

[...] A strong breeze kept whipping up the airy branches of the mountain ash outside the windows of 330, and the room began to cool down a bit.

I will smile at you so that you feel better and if anyone wants to get whipped after they tell their little secrets, someone can go out and buy a whip. [...]

([Theodore:] “Crack the whip!”)

This one here has come some long way and rides herself rather hard, because I am behind her with the whip. [...]

[...] It’s also made it quite difficult for me to whip up any enthusiasm about getting back to work on the notes for Seth’s Dreams. [...]

[...] He knows this intellectually, but upon this occasion he insists in using his ego as a whip to force speed. [...]

(I’m also trying to whip up some enthusiasm to begin work on Seth’s latest book, Dreams, “Evolution,” and Value Fulfillment, for which we recently signed the contract, and took money. [...]

[...] Behind the attitude is still the feeling that he needs to whip himself on in certain areas, and check himself in others. [...]

[...] I have no whip; and I would not use one if I had one. [...]

[...] You have used the whip upon yourself, however, for many years.

[...] Intermittently, the breeze still whipped into the room….)

[...] He gave stimulus to his mind with coffee and cigarettes, whipping it to make it go faster and faster.

I did not have occasion to bring this up in our sessions, and he very nicely whipped in and picked it from my palm. [...]

[...] While I used that explanation as a handy whipping boy at times, I didn’t really believe that either: my subconscious was getting enough expression in my short stories and poetry—and without adopting other personality characteristics. [...]

[...] I also feel you have used Adam as a whipping boy and that is not a very kindly thing to do. [...]

[...] I certainly will not be the family whipping boy. [...]