Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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Philosophers’ Stone 77<br />
zine these days without falling over your nose. He’s kind of tricky,<br />
like one of those characters you read about in folklore; just when<br />
you think he’s going to reveal the secret of life, he turns into a rabbit.<br />
But any eighty year old who has the chutzpah to recite poetry<br />
standing on his head will get my vote.<br />
I got back a little later than I’d planned. I stretched a couple of<br />
canvases and started a new etching, then Sunny forgot where she<br />
lived and I spent half an hour looking for her. She finally slunk out<br />
of a back alley covered in snow and the smell of fish. She knows<br />
right away when she’s been naughty. D. greeted me at the door<br />
with a jolly big smile and even Arnold gave me a hug. I suppose<br />
they’d had a few, but that’s no big deal to me. D. said he’d spent a<br />
couple of hours correcting page proofs and clearing up correspondence,<br />
with Norman in a corner browsing through my portfolio. D.<br />
has a few pieces of mine in his office, including a self-nude you<br />
wouldn’t see in a family newspaper—“so you’re always with me,”<br />
he says. I like that. Intimate at a distance.<br />
<strong>The</strong> four of us were gathered around the fireplace in the living<br />
room when Brillig made his entrance. He was freshly showered and<br />
his goatee had been newly trimmed. So he likes to look his best,<br />
well who doesn’t; I don’t mind a degree of vanity, it shows self-respect.<br />
He was dressed in khaki shorts and a bush shirt, long woolen<br />
socks and lace-up mountain boots. On his head was one of those<br />
Tilley Endurables you see in ads of people on top of sand dunes or<br />
beside Land Rovers in the Alps.<br />
D. gave me a weak smile, pointing to his knees. I couldn’t tell if<br />
he was pretending or if they were really shaking at the possibility<br />
of an expedition.<br />
I blew him a kiss and would have jumped him then and there if<br />
we’d been alone.<br />
“Yes, certainly,” said Brillig briskly, responding to Arnold’s invitation.<br />
“A glass of claret frees the soul. <strong>The</strong> frenzied followers of<br />
Dionysus didn’t know the half of it,” he laughed. “Tearing people<br />
to pieces isn’t nearly so satisfying as loving them.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> old guy seemed in pretty good form; I guess a little rest was<br />
all he needed.