My dear N., July 1946
I have been waiting for a sign of your existence since you vanished from the scene of my ordinary surroundings, and I often wondered what you are doing and how you are faring.
The leap from Zurich and its remoteness into the seething pool of New York must have been a real tour de force . . . . I don’t wonder that introversion has actually no chance with you.
Moreover it would be too fantastic even to think of introversion under your present circumstances.
A tough and coldblooded extraversion is the only thing that carries you across the stormy sea of your manifold activities.
I have, as you rightly surmise, just begun my vacations in Bollingen.
I enjoy sailing, the lapping of the water against the bow and the gentle breeze of the mornings. N
o mental activity-except the elaboration of attractive menus.
Yesterday I had the visit of a French Carmelite monk, a learned man, interested in the psychology of religion.
Our main theme was the Devil and the demons.
I hope you are reckless enough to take care of yourself.
My very best wishes.
C.G. Jung, ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. 1, Page