A friend present in the audience wrote Neville a letter describing how, the night before a golf game, he assumed he was his opponent and complimented himself on every stroke; the next day he won by ten strokes while his friend complimented him at every hole.

Neville repeatedly insisted from the platform that he was not theorizing or speculating but had experienced the whole book of Scripture.

Neville's publisher friend, unwell for months, watched a Grand Canyon travelog on TV with her husband, fell into a deep sleep, saw a brilliant light that was man whom she knew to be Christ and also Neville, heard him say 'Do not be afraid. I am with you always,' woke repeating 'I must remember what Neville told me,' and told Neville last Friday night only because her husband insisted.

The day before he left New York, Joseph told Neville he had been offered $120,000 for the Huntington Palisades house; Neville told him to sell, reminding him he had been present when Joseph paid $75,000 for it, and Joseph said he thought he would.

He recalls a friend named Gene in New York City who worked at the music hall, thrilled to have his name in Winchell's column for being seen at the Stork Club; his nightly visits made him an alcoholic, and in hospital he hid bottles of alcohol in his clothes where the nurses did not find them.

A week ago a friend in the audience asked Neville for a couple of New York introductions; Neville gave him two names, one of them Louise's, and the friend was invited to dinner at her thirty-third floor apartment, where she said she had been imagining delivering the painting to California uncrated, and he volunteered to carry it - bringing it to tonight's meeting.

At dinner with two friends whose names he withholds, the wife told him that the man who really owns their vast building empire had begun as Al Capone's bookkeeper.

A young woman whose mother and father he knew well came to his Thursday meeting for the first time, told her mother on the drive home that she believed every word, and that night dreamt she picked up a small living serpent and put it in her handbag; she told him the story the following Friday night.

A lady who attended his Thursday meeting left him a long typewritten letter recounting how, after giving up her apartment hunt and reading his books all week, she saw Neville himself standing in her bedroom in the small hours, showing her a picture, a flood of light and a difficult sliding door — all of which she found in the apartment she rented a fortnight later.

Neville recounts that at last Tuesday night's meeting, when they went into the Silence, a very sensitive woman who attends said 'I am he' to herself and heard a voice reply 'Leave it alone. It is true.'; she wrote the experience out and gave it to him that night.

Neville reports that just before taking the platform tonight a husband in the audience told him his wife had had two startling experiences of the working of the law, and Neville asks her to write them out so he can tell them from the platform.

A friend spoke to Neville just before he took the platform tonight, saying he was so hungry for an experience of God that he would refuse the combined wealth of Getty, Rockefeller and Ford for it.

Neville saw Mike Quill on television cursing the judge who sentenced him, and Quill, who then had a heart attack in prison, died today.

That morning's mail brought Neville a long typewritten, unsigned letter signed 'perplexed', from someone disturbed by what he said the previous Sunday morning and detailing their fear that the country was being eaten by subversion; he answers the writer from the platform in case they are present.

Someone telephoned him the day of the lecture to say they could not attend and to ask why the break would be so long.

That morning's mail brought him a letter from a friend present in the room, telling how he invited a guest to the sold-out Royal Ballet without tickets, was offered only seats in the seventeenth row of the balcony, persisted in his imaginal scene of a fine seat, and at the box office was handed by a ticket seller named Max two seats in the second row right off the center aisle.