Digesting Jung: Food for the Journey - Inner City Books
Digesting Jung: Food for the Journey - Inner City Books
Digesting Jung: Food for the Journey - Inner City Books
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34 Typology Revisited<br />
two Indian carpets, a complete set of dishes and cutlery (<strong>for</strong> eight),<br />
ten pounds of bratwurst, a commode reputedly used by Louis XIV,<br />
and several numbered prints by Miro and Chagall.<br />
Gretchen was thrilled. She gave us a special dinner. Arnold<br />
stayed behind when I left. “I’ll just wrap up <strong>the</strong> lease,” he winked.<br />
I struggled to appreciate Arnold. I wanted to. His outgoing nature<br />
and natural ebullience were charming. I admired his air of careless<br />
confidence. He was <strong>the</strong> life of every party. He easily adapted to<br />
new situations. He was a lot more adventurous than I was. Where I<br />
hung back, tentative and wary, he plowed ahead. He easily made<br />
friends. And <strong>the</strong>n brought <strong>the</strong>m home.<br />
He had an uncanny sense of perception. Whenever I got in a rut,<br />
bogged down in routine, he had something to suggest. His mind<br />
was fertile; it see<strong>the</strong>d with plans and new ideas. His hunches were<br />
usually right. It was like he had a sixth sense, while I was restricted<br />
to <strong>the</strong> usual five. My vision was mundane—where I saw a “thing”<br />
or a “person,” Arnold saw, well, its soul.<br />
But problems constantly arose between us. When he expressed<br />
an intention to do something I took him at his word. I believed he<br />
would do what he said he would. This was particularly annoying<br />
when we had arranged to meet at a certain time and place and he<br />
didn’t show up.<br />
“Look,” I’d say, “I counted on you being <strong>the</strong>re. I bought <strong>the</strong> tickets.<br />
Where were you?”<br />
“I got waylaid,” he’d counter defensively, “something else<br />
turned up, I couldn’t resist.”<br />
“You’re unstable, I can’t depend on you. You’re irresponsible<br />
and flighty. Why, you don’t have a standpoint at all.”<br />
That isn’t how Arnold saw it.<br />
“I only express possibilities,” he said, when <strong>for</strong> about <strong>the</strong> tenth<br />
time I accused him of being a social menace. “They aren’t real until<br />
I say <strong>the</strong>m, and when I do <strong>the</strong>y take on some shape. But that<br />
doesn’t mean I’ll follow up on <strong>the</strong>m. Something better might occur