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28 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
“Here’s another,” said Rachel, and read:<br />
Nothing so beguiles the mind as the manner in which <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong><br />
came into the world, except perhaps the enigmatic way in which she<br />
left it. She comes from nowhere and goes nowhere. That is the<br />
beauty of Ms. <strong>Little</strong>. 34<br />
“Sounds like he was heavily invested in this stuff,” said Rachel.<br />
“From his letter,” said Arnold, “he still is.”<br />
I nodded.<br />
“Where <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong> is concerned, it would seem that Brillig is<br />
what we’d call complexed,” I said. “A cognitive psychologist might<br />
say his reactions are ‘over-determined,’ but it comes to the same<br />
thing: he can’t leave it—or her—alone.”<br />
“Obsessive-compulsive, perhaps?” suggested Arnold.<br />
“Call it what you want, I’ve been there—utterly consumed by<br />
thoughts of <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>. Before that, when I was ten, it was my<br />
stamp collection, then Captain Marvel, then science fiction, then<br />
girls, then Kafka, then Jung, then elephants, then Rachel, then . . .”<br />
“What’s lu-min-ous, is nu-min-ous,” sang Arnold. He had found<br />
a bottle of Cointreau I’d been saving for my father’s birthday. He<br />
poured himself a healthy shot.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> point is,” I said, “we all have complexes. <strong>The</strong>re’s nothing<br />
wrong with that.” 35<br />
“I don’t think that’s in dispute,” said Rachel, looking at Arnold.<br />
Arnold yawned.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> question is,” said Rachel, “will we cooperate with Brillig—collude,<br />
encourage, whatever . . . ?”<br />
She looked at me. “Well?”<br />
Silence fell on our party of three.<br />
I don’t know what was going on in them, but personally I was of<br />
two minds.<br />
I am not adventurous. I hew to known ground. I haven’t camped<br />
34 “<strong>The</strong> Kraznac Tablets in Light of the Dead Sea Scrolls,” Harvest Historical<br />
Review, vol. 14, no. 3 (Summer 1960), p. 38.<br />
35 I trust this bald dinner-table remark among friends, to make a particular point,<br />
will not be held against me. In fact, complexes are probably the root of all evil. See<br />
Jung, “A Review of the Complex <strong>The</strong>ory,” <strong>The</strong> Structure and Dynamics of the<br />
Psyche, CW 8, or my Jung Lexicon, pp. 37-39.