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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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are. I am still the same organism and have the same temperament."
This gave Dr Gay an opportunity which he unhesitatingly grasped. "Yes, you are part of the trouble," he agreed. Then he launched into a rather lengthy discourse upon how I had to realize my hesitations and had to keep within bounds, I could not expect to keep up with the Dean because I was physically incapable of being so. The strenuous life he beds is not for me. Then he concluded with the statement in kind I hear every so often, "In any case we wouldn't want to change you, for after all you are the kind of people who do things in this world."
I was getting ready to leave for home, in fact I earnestly hoped to leave in the morning. But first I was to have an undulent fever test, which I had almost forgotten about. The hour when I happened to remember it, was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when the rush begins to ease up around the clinic. The doctor gave me the order with this statement, "Perhaps if you hurry right down to d, you might still be able to wedge the test in the evening. I dashed down but there was little activity in the waiting room and the corridors. The hall about Dane was deserted except for the girls at the desk - quite a contrast to the early morning milling around standing in line to await your number, then waiting for it to be called. The only action possible that evening was to give me an appointment for seven-thirty in the following morning.
My train west was due to leave at 8:30. Therefore at the specified time and before, I was back again at S3 - waiting for the doctor to appear at 8:15. Meanwhile having reserved my number for the [undulent?] fever test, I deposited it with the girl as a very special concession - for I was not supposed to leave the floor with it. Not having been to the business office, I communed between first and third, hoping that to get through at both desks and get make my train. Between trips up and down the lifts, I paused briefly to sill down in one of the deep comfortable, high-backed leather chairs in the lobby just outside 218, to relax a few moments, if I only could.

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are. I am still the same organism and have the same temperament." This gave Dr Gay an opportunity which he unhesitatingly grasped. "Yes, you are part of the trouble," he agreed. Then he launched into a rather lengthy discourse upon how I had to realize my hesitations and had to keep within bounds, I could not expect to keep up with the Dean because I was physically incapable of being so. The strenuous life he beds is not for me. Then he concluded with the statement in kind I hear every so often, "In any case we wouldn't want to change you, for after all you are the kind of people who do things in this world." I was getting ready to leave for home, in fact I earnestly hoped to leave in the morning. But first I was to have an undulent fever test, which I had almost forgotten about. The hour when I happened to remember it, was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when the rush begins to ease up around the clinic. The doctor gave me the order with this statement, "Perhaps if you hurry right down to d, you might still be able to wedge the test in the evening. I dashed down but there was little activity in the waiting room and the corridors. The hall about Dane was deserted except for the girls at the desk - quite a contrast to the early morning milling around standing in line to await your number, then waiting for it to be called. The only action possible that evening was to give me an appointment for seven-thirty in the following morning. My train west was due to leave at 8:30. Therefore at the specified time and before, I was back again at S3 - waiting for the doctor to appear at 8:15. Meanwhile having reserved my number for the [undulent?] fever test, I deposited it with the girl as a very special concession - for I was not supposed to leave the floor with it. Not having been to the business office, I communed between first and third, hoping that to get through at both desks and get make my train. Between trips up and down the lifts, I paused briefly to sill down in one of the deep comfortable, high-backed leather chairs in the lobby just outside 218, to relax a few moments, if I only could.