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A Novella Noire
by Frank Polite
met Dr. Jung near the ski lift at Wildspitz
the canton of Zug. He was there to speak
a conference of Zeiss lens designers on the
of their craft to the eastern mandala.
my fright; here was C.G. Jung, world-
hoary with wisdom, and I - merely
a green slip of a girl, and wholly in awe
him! I had devoured most of Jung's writings,
lot of which I didn't nearly understand, but all I
ever felt and thought Jung had articulated
his theories - my life, as it were, in a blink
his eye. Of course, I was precocious, insanely
barely able to control the flood of images
assailed me, when I was captured by Jung's
of Archetypes, Shadow, Animus, Anima,
so on. It fascinated and calmed me, knowing
I was not alone in the phantasmagorias
my mind. In the whiz-kid category I excelled,
even Sabina Spielrein who was very
indeed. But that, as they say, is another
and unlike mine, not a very happy one.
here was the great man and I was about
be introduced to him. Understandably shy,
began to edge toward the rear of the group that
Jung when, suddenly, I slipped on
patch of ice and fell backward. I must have
out a cry, I don't remember now, that caused
attention to be focused on me. Jung, ever
doctor, was immediately at my side inquiring
I felt particular pains in my back and legs.
my movements assured him that I wasn't
he helped me up and that was the moment
mother stepped forward to introduce me.
Jung, this is my daughter, Fraulein Heidi
Jung took my hand and was about to
me when a weird vibration ran up my right
I looked down, and to my horror, a small
was rapidly humping my fur-lined boot.
I was so shocked and embarrassed, I didn't
the presence of mind to shake off the dog
do anything except stand there mortified.
had stopped for me. The dog kept on
while I could only stare at Jung wide-
and speechless. Jung looked at the dog,
then at me - with those razory-blue eyes of
- and said, "As you see, dear Heidi, the
and I are delighted to meet you."
that sent up a howl of laughter from the
myself and Jung joining in, and the spell
broken. A blitz of witticisms followed that
had us rolling in the snow. Mrs. Jung
that the dog was obviously the renegade
Otto Gross, in a small furry suit.
that case," Dr. Von Franz said, "we must all
analysis with Herr Doktor Dog at 5
an hour." Mr. Van Der Post said,
5 boners an hour, I would not need an
but a splint." When the hilarity quieted
Jung said to me in mock seriousness,
your boot has puppies, we will all stand
Godparents." That started it off again, an
of wit and laughter that escalated into
terrific snowball fight. Oh yes, I almost forgot
at some point I kicked off the boot and gave
to the dog, which it continued to bang away on
to our human melee. Years later,
told me that he had observed my "generous
marking me in his regard as a
person. Imagine! a man rolling in the
being that keenly observant. Well, my first
with Jung characterized our relation-
for the next 30 years - laughter and learning.
his guidance I took advanced degrees
medicine, anthropology, religion, and, of course,
years as a Jungian analyst. A footnote to
story occurred at Jung's 80th birthday party
Kusnacht. I presented him with the fur-
boot that had gotten itself so thoroughly
that day. I dyed the fur silver-gray and
eyes to it and a dog's nose and tail.
is your Godson, Carl Gustav, to greet you
your birthday." Frail as he was, Jung's
shook the table. "Don't tell me, Heidi, he's
Jungian analyst, practices in Hollywood,
he's writing my biography from a dog's point
view - no doubt, an 'unexpurgated Jung' to
That broke up the whole table and the
started flying! Before I left, and it
the last time I saw my beloved friend, Jung
my hand and said, "If I get to Heaven, Heidi,
tell the Pomeranian his family has prospered."
was Jung, all forgot the original dog but him.