Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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122 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
“Listen, and it will come to you,” he smiled.<br />
Rachel nudged me.<br />
“You do have the tools,” she said.<br />
“And the outlet,” added Brillig.<br />
I shook my head, feeling gang-banged.<br />
“Sorry, our mandate doesn’t extend to Chickle Schtick.”<br />
“Your mandate, as I understand it,” said Brillig, “is self-imposed<br />
and not evangelical.”<br />
“It’s not suicidal either,” I replied.<br />
Brillig picked an <strong>Inner</strong> <strong>City</strong> flyer off the sideboard, opened it<br />
and read:<br />
Our aim is not to convince people that a knowledge of <strong>Jungian</strong> psychology<br />
could change their lives, but rather to provide stimulating<br />
reading for those who already know that.<br />
“You wrote this?”<br />
I shrugged.<br />
“All I’m suggesting,” said Brillig, “is that your readers might<br />
find a mix of the two stimulating.”<br />
“Not to say bewildering,” snickered Arnold.<br />
“Thou sayest,” I said, though glad to have him back.<br />
Brillig smoothed his hair strands and pulled me aside.<br />
“Man to man,” he said, peering up at me, “I shall need to borrow<br />
Ms. Rachel.”<br />
I swallowed.<br />
“For what purpose?”<br />
“Research,” he smiled.<br />
Piss on you, I thought, but Rachel was already in my ear.<br />
“Don’t worry, lover,” she whispered. “I’ll be back.”<br />
By ten o’clock everything was packed up. We called two cabs,<br />
one for Brillig and Norman and Rachel, and one for their bags and<br />
trunks. <strong>The</strong>re were hugs all around and then they were gone.<br />
Arnold and I drove slowly back to my place, with Sunny pacing<br />
restlessly in the back. My head was awhirl. Everything had happened<br />
so fast, I didn’t know what to think. It was snowing again<br />
and cars were sliding all over. We passed three accidents.<br />
I was exhausted and felt bleak.