“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] This would be very important, for now her hips wouldn’t always be laying upon the bed like a dead weight. [...]

[...] I told both I wouldn’t be going to NYC with them, and they understood. [...]

[...] Jane said she wouldn’t have known it had happened if others hadn’t told her.

[...] If I saw all I wouldn’t be interested in communication.

[...] It developed that Jane wouldn’t mind moving—a thought she’s mentioned before, and some time ago. [...]

[...] At first they seemed awkward, and wouldn’t stay down, but she seemed to quickly adjust. [...]

[...] Yesterday Frank had told me that it wouldn’t be as easy to see Jean now that it was a 15-hour drive instead of just running down to Washington DC.

[...] Wouldn’t you know it — the spring mechanism that governs the travel of the garage door broke as I was lowering the door, so that I couldn’t close it all the way. So when I got to 330 one of my first acts was to call Overhead Door and ask them to have someone check the garage door this afternoon, if possible. [...]

[...] “I’d refuse to take the antibiotic,” Jane said, “if it wouldn’t raise such a fuss.” [...]

[...] You thought we were a bunch of savages and you wouldn’t be friends with us or talk to us. [...]

[...] I wouldn’t mind doing some work on the project when I finish “Unknown” Reality this weekend, along with other things in the works. [...]

([Peg:] “Wouldn’t it be simpler for you to cause a feature change in something like a picture?”)

[...] Why wouldn’t it be easier to change a picture?”)

[...] Maybe he didn’t want to tell me so I wouldn’t get upset about it. [...]

[...] Nevertheless, as she said, it was something she wouldn’t have even thought of a couple of weeks ago—another great sign, I told her. [...]

[...] I became extremely busy after my wife came home, making what seemed like endless calls and trips about getting prescriptions filled, about trying out various kinds of beds and mattresses and chairs and hospital gowns, about insurance, about a commode, about having a speaker phone hooked up to our regular phone so that Jane wouldn’t have to hold the standard bulky handset to her ear. [...]

[...] I don’t remember much about him, except that he wouldn’t help. [...]

[...] [But he could have chosen somebody else and he chose me because I had these ideas about work, wouldn’t threaten him with kids, make him get a regular job, keep us focused, etc. [...]

7. With the symptoms Rob does lots of chores I think he wouldn’t do otherwise, freeing me to work? [...]

[...] What Jane and I are very curious about, however, is how many “statistically vulnerable” women submitted to operations they didn’t need — for surely a significant number of them wouldn’t have developed cancer in the first place. [...] If it could be shown that most of the “high risk” women would get cancer, there wouldn’t be arguments about whether such mastectomies are of general value. [...]

(As it happened many people who live in the house were away for various reasons, so Seth was well aware that neighbors wouldn’t be a hindrance to voice effects—at least as much as usual. [...]

(As we prepared for the session I mentioned that I wouldn’t mind if Seth commented on a particularly vivid dream I’d had last night. [...]