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a conception of psychological function without conscious awareness

It is 2:49 PM Monday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is wet gray snowy day. Well it is not snowing right now. Actually ice has been sliding off our roof due to the warm weather. But we are predicted to experience Arctic cold this week. We are not out of the woods yet.

Today I volunteer once again at our local library used books store the Book Nook. The store was not busy so I basically wandered the store and read from a book titled, 'Freud-Darkness in the Midst of Vision' a biography by Louis Breger. I bought these used books today from the Book Nook to ADD to our library-

'Old Mortality' a novel by Sir Walter Scott

'Catriona' a novel by Robert Louis Stevenson

'Careless Love-The Unmaking Of Elvis Presley' biography by Peter Guralnick (we already had the first volume in this two volume biography of Elvis Presley 'Last Train To Memphis')

'The Man Who was Thursday' a novel by G. K. Chesterton

'A House Full Of Daughter: A Memoir Of Seven Generations' by Juliet Nicolson (we already have in our library another book by Juliet Nicolson titled, 'The Great Silence: Britain from the Shadow of the First World War to the Dawn of the Jazz Age')

'Anthem' a novel by Ayn Rand

'Stringer-A Reporter's Journey In The Congo' travel memoir by Anjan Sundaram

'A Book Of American Martyrs' a novel by Joyce Carol Oates

'Barchester Towers' a novel by Anthony Trollope

'The Duke's Children' a novel Anthony Trollope

When I got home from the Book Nook I ate lunch and then wrote in my paper diary. Presently Carol is sleeping and I am messing with our main computer. There is not much else to report this afternoon. I will close to read and write. Existence keeps decaying full speed.

Last night I read till Midnight from these books-

'The Jung Cult-Origins Of A Charismatic Movement' by Richard Noll

'Cassandra's Daughter: A History of Psychoanalysis' by Joseph Schwartz

'Analyzing Freud: Letters of H.D., Bryher, And Their Circle' Edited By Susan Stanford Friedman

I got up this morning around 7:30 AM and spent the morning writing in my paper diary and waiting to leave for the local library used books store The Book Nook to volunteer for a couple of hours. Now it is 3:08 PM in the death flow. Time to end this mask ball and disappear into the raging mob.
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