Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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36 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> conversation ranged from painting to psychology to ethnology,<br />
interspersed with philosophical reflections, snippets of arcane<br />
Chickle Schtick and travel anecdotes. Brillig had spent some time<br />
in his youth roaming the lower slopes of the world’s great mountains.<br />
Rachel had toured Tibet for several weeks the year before.<br />
Brillig said he knew it well. Norman and Arnold discovered with<br />
glee that both had ancestors who’d lived in Wales.<br />
Flushed with meat, fine drink and good company, I relaxed. My<br />
apprehension vanished. <strong>The</strong> nature of the relationship between<br />
Norman and Brillig was not immediately clear, though they were<br />
obviously close in spite of the difference in age. At first I kept getting<br />
flashbacks of Norman as I used to know him, but these were<br />
soon blotted out by how well he carried himself. It turned out that<br />
he had stayed in Zürich for only a few months.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> lectures weren’t to my taste,” he said, somewhat apologetically,<br />
“and I felt lost without German. But”—and here his eyes lit<br />
up—”I was very taken with the Niederdorf.” 42<br />
He had returned and gone back to school to study photography.<br />
For the past few years he had made a good living working freelance.<br />
I gathered he had met Brillig while on assignment for the<br />
National Geographic.<br />
On the whole, Norman held his own on practical issues, but otherwise<br />
was deferential to Brillig. I didn’t wonder why. Adam Brillig<br />
took my breath away. It was clearly his evening.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was evident in Brillig’s manner of thinking, as in his outward<br />
appearance, a singular combination of self-contained maturity<br />
and the openness of a child. His mind was a force as palpable as<br />
heat or light or wind. This was manifested in an exceptional faculty<br />
for seeing ideas as external objects—and vice versa—and for establishing<br />
striking connections between concepts which to me appeared<br />
totally unrelated. One moment he treated human history as a<br />
logical progression akin to a problem in quantum mechanics; in the<br />
next breath he expounded on the method of divination using<br />
chicken entrails, and convincingly linked this with the essentially<br />
religious search for meaning.<br />
42 <strong>The</strong> “lower town” area in the center of Zürich, known for its night life.