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Father, Nikolaus Caussinus. He gives such funny stories about the<br />

elephant, having summed up what the antique idiom says and then<br />

adding a little bit of medieval fantasy. "Elephants wash very<br />

often," he continues, "and use flowers to perfume themselves. Hence<br />

they represent purification, chastity, and pious worship of God."<br />

This shows that the same thing happened to the Europeans as to the<br />

Africans when they met up with an elephant for the first time: they<br />

projected the archetype of the hero onto it. In Africa it is<br />

considered a great honor if a person is given the title of lion, but<br />

the highest title anyone can be given is that of elephant. It is<br />

considered to be far above the lion, which is the image of a<br />

courageous man of the Chief type, for the elephant is the archetype<br />

of the medicine man, who also has courage but, in addition, wisdom<br />

and secret knowledge. So, in their hierarchy, the elephant represents<br />

the individuated personality.<br />

Strangely enough, the European automatically projected the same thing<br />

onto the elephant and took him as the image of the divine hero, the<br />

image of Christ, outstanding in virtue, except for being moody and<br />

inclined to fits of rage. That is amazing, but those were two<br />

outstanding qualities in Saint-Exupéry, so that it could be said to<br />

be an exact picture of his character. He himself was subtle, chaste—<br />

to a certain extent, in the sense of being sensitive in his feelings—<br />

very ambitious and very sensitive about everything affecting his own<br />

honor. He was continually on the search for religious satisfaction—he<br />

did not worship God, for he had not found Him—but he was always on<br />

the search. He was generous and intelligent and taciturn but very<br />

irritable and inclined to terrible moods and fits of rage. So in the<br />

elephant there is an amazing self-portrait, and one sees the<br />

archetypal pattern illustrated in a simple individual, without even<br />

much difference. It can be said that the elephant is the model<br />

fantasy of the grown-up hero, and already this model fantasy—the<br />

image in his soul of what he wanted to become—is swallowed back by<br />

the devouring mother, and this first picture shows the whole tragedy.<br />

Very often childhood dreams anticipate the inner fate twenty or<br />

thirty years ahead. The first picture shows that Saint-Exupéry had a<br />

hero aspect, alive and constellated, and that this aspect would never<br />

quite come through but would be swallowed back by the regressive<br />

tendencies of the unconscious and, as we know from later events, by<br />

death.<br />

The devouring-mother myth should naturally also be pinned down in<br />

connection with his own mother, but, as she is still alive and, in a<br />

way, in a conspicuous position, I hesitate to comment on her too<br />

much. I recently saw a photograph of<br />

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her in a newspaper, which shows that whatever else she may be, she is<br />

a very powerful personage. She is a big, stout woman, about whom the<br />

newspaper article says that she has a tremendous amount of energy, in<br />

interested in all kinds of activities, and tries her hand at drawing<br />

and painting and writing. She is a very dynamic person and, in spite<br />

of the fact that she is now pretty old, is still going strong.<br />

Obviously, it must have been very difficult for a sensitive boy to<br />

pull away from the influence of such a mother. It is also said that<br />

she always anticipated her son's death. Several times she thought he<br />

was dead and very dramatically dressed herself in large black veils<br />

such as French women like to wear when they become widows, and then<br />

rather disappointedly had to take them off again as he was not yet<br />

dead. So the archetypal pattern of what we call the death-mother was<br />

alive in her psyche. In our layers of society the death-mother is<br />

something not so openly acknowledged, but I got the shock of my life<br />

when I had the following experience.<br />

I had to go somewhere to meet someone, and at that place the houseowner<br />

had a puer aeternus son whom she had quite eaten up. They were<br />

very simple people. They had a bakery and the son did no work at all

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