Chicken Little: The Inside Story (A Jungian ... - Inner City Books
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A Stitch in Time 89<br />
as I can say where and when. I don’t regret the past, what I was.<br />
But it’s a long time since I had much interest in what goes on out<br />
there. So much fuss, so much noise; action and reaction. Plus ça<br />
change, plus que la même chose.<br />
<strong>The</strong> only thing that matters to me now is what happens inside.<br />
Everything else is for the birds.<br />
D.’s mice were out in force last night, scuffling in the walls.<br />
Very comforting. I shall recommend that he keep them. It took me<br />
back fifty years, to when I holed up in a tenement in London to<br />
write what I was pleased to think of as my next book. I’d bang the<br />
typewriter for hours, and when I ran out of steam I’d press my ear<br />
to the floor and listen to the rats. I imagined them stowing away old<br />
bulbs and seedlings for the winter. <strong>The</strong>re’d be a flurry of feet, then<br />
silence—when I fancied they were listening to me . . .<br />
For now and then they stop awhile,<br />
Nothing much of value.<br />
It’s not as if the place abounds<br />
In carrots, leeks and marrow.<br />
Oh, that the rot would not set in!<br />
I’d give a left or right arm<br />
To stop it crumbling to the ground—<br />
Quite a lot of value.<br />
You forget so much if you don’t keep tabs. How to distinguish<br />
one day from the next; by what yardstick to measure past sorrows<br />
and gladness; how to select from the dross of routine a stream of<br />
valid and significant recollections, memories not defaced in the<br />
retelling, experiences that retain their original glow when recounted<br />
to an unknown listener; how to recreate with truth and<br />
honesty the atmosphere of fading emotions; how to sift and separate,<br />
file and classify, the trivial, the important, the monstrous, the<br />
repercussions of a chance encounter, the implications of an unanswered<br />
invitation; how, in short, to relive a lifetime—that is the<br />
fate of the lonely, the old, the abandoned and the voluntary exile.<br />
Like a drunken sailor who has missed his boat and finds himself<br />
marooned in a hostile port, that’s the man who has cast away, or<br />
lost, his connections with the past.