Anonymous

Dear Fraulein N., Bollingen, 23 April 1945

I am sorry to hear you are ill.

Your news reached me when I was all of a dither and had to settle everything in a hurry-and I can’t hurry any more.

Even so I will send you a sign of life, for since yesterday I have been in Bollingen.

Writing was simply impossible before, as I had to have time for myself and my tasks.

Just now some hard chunks of reality have hit you, and hit all the harder because I have spoilt you but you needed spoiling in order to approach closer to the earth, where you could get at the stone.

Hardness increases in proportion to the speed of approach.

Wishing you a good recovery,

Yours ever,

C.G. Jung, ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. 1, Page 363.