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My heartiest regards to you both. I do peek in at you now and then, and will be in contact with you certainly before Monday.

[...] Now he reacts you see by bothering you all the more, peeking in on you, to discover whether or not you are really upset, or rather, if his own imagination runs away with him.

Now let us take a peek at something else.

I have been here, as Ruburt knows well, through your class this evening, and he has given me permission, for I would not dare peek into this class unless he told me that I could do so. [...]

[...] I took a preliminary peek into your establishment earlier this evening and departed in dismay—in fear, in terror.

[...] This is quite evocative, and I hope I can peek in sometime when you are trying to deal with it.

[...] But I will peek in on you before Monday, and my best wishes are always with you.

[...] I am willing at any time to render whatever services I can so render, but I do not walk ghostily through your rooms; and most certainly I do not peek through the windows.

[...] And it’s obvious that in tonight’s little adventure I had once again cleverly protected myself from confronting the full creative blast of the light of the universe by allowing myself just a peek at it, and a careful one at that, at the top of a door. [...]

[...] With my inner sight I felt that one of those forms, sturdy and impossibly massive, might bend down and with his gigantic face peek into my kitchen window … though I was also aware that all of this was my interpretation of what I was receiving.

[...] Not 24 hours a day, but I have peeked in on you now and then.

(Rose discussed reincarnation and stated her desire that the door not quite be closed for her “next one”—she wanted to be able to peek back and use some of her previous experiences.)

It does, indeed, and you peek in and out of yourselves in line with what I have said earlier about the pulsations. [...]

[...] Did a meson, for example, choose to participate in an atom-smashing experiment in order to merely peek in on our gross physical reality for much less than the billionth of a second it exists with that identity, before it decays into electrons and photons? [...]

[...] So you must peek out at physical reality, while the body sleeps and the eyes are closed and the senses are “dimmed” in your terms. [...]

There are also “trial runs” in human and animal species alike, in which peeks are taken, or glimpses, of physical life, and that is all. [...]

[...] How strange to peek at the curve of my own skull from that odd viewpoint. [...]

[...] He is deeply offended and outraged at any “invasion” into his own territory—the student who goes into his room at break, or the woman peeking at his notebook. [...]

[...] Perhaps I shall peek in now and then, with your permission. [...]

But he was benign and jovial as a bishop
Someone might ask in for an evening of tea,
And when he let me peek out through his eyes,
The familiar living room seemed very strange.

[...] And my dear Joseph, at times I peek in on you between sessions. [...]