Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books

New Dimensions 107
Adam smiled at me—Pethick’s book was our little surprise—
and pointed at the shimmering creations we’d seen on D.’s walls
when we first came in.
“He is the same man who did these, is he not?”
D. nodded.
“I would dearly like to meet him,” said Adam.
“One day, perhaps,” said D., “but not so easy, he lives on an island,”
and turned to me.
“Where on earth did you find it?”
“Quite by chance, actually. Two years ago I was passing through
Peoria and stopped in to greet a used bookseller I know. He had
come across it in a batch he’d bought. Knowing my interest in the
subject, he had put it aside.”
Rachel turned the pages with wonder.
“D., you never told me about this.”
“Cripes,” said D. “I’d forgotten about it myself.”
Arnold coughed.
“Thank you very much for this cozy little display of old home
week,” he said, addressing us all. “To the bizarre exploits of a
mythical chicken and the magical quality of stones, we now add an
esoteric third dimension. I’m beginning to feel like I’m trapped in a
loony bin.”
What a strange duck is Arnold. He’s as unpredictable as Adam.
One minute he’s hail-fellow-well-met and the next a devil’s advocate.
I didn’t know what to say, but Adam gave him what for.
“My dear fellow,” he said, “is your tongue actually forked or
just tucked in your cheek?”
Arnold winced.
“Technology,” said Adam, “has developed a host of new tools
for those who are interested, but it takes time and talent to realize
their intrinsic value. The application of holography to communications
and the human environment may yet have a more far-reaching
effect on our society than anything we can now conceive.”
“Are we here to debate the future?” asked Arnold, still testy.
“Not at all,” Adam smiled, “nor would I trouble you simply to
indulge an old man’s whim. The science of holography—from the
Greek meaning ‘whole picture’—is directly relevant to our current