Letters Volume I

Dear Frau Jacobi, 21 April 1933

Many thanks for your detailed letter.

From what you say of him, Dr. N. seems to be the right man.

If he can win over Frau S., in whose sound judgment I have the fullest confidence, he must be quite something.

An ordinary idiot of a neurologist couldn’t do that.

X. is an extraordinarily difficult case, unfortunately far advanced in neurotic degeneration.

The danger is that the treatment will get lost in trivialities.

With X. one must always keep the whole in mind.

He should be cured from “above,” for ultimately it is a question of the great conflict for a Weltanschauung, which in his case has collided with an antiquated infantile attitude embodied by his wife.

Hence on the one hand this great question must be considered, and on the other his infantilism and the junk shop of trivialities.

No small task!

I would be glad to know of an intelligent neurologist in Vienna. I have often been asked.

My wife has told me of all the garbage that has piled up round the magazine project.

Oh this animal I hope I won’t need to do any more explanatory work.

For instance the essence of the “famous” meeting in Munich was my private talk with Heyer, where only the two of us were together.

I had to see what sort of programme he would commit himself to.

Even then I had my private doubts, but had still to wait for the official document, the prospectus, where it was bound

to come out how those gentlemen were planning the project.

I then saw that everything would devolve upon me and that I would be boundlessly overburdened.

An absolutely unworkable proposition!

The stuff men talk on such occasions, sniffing around each other like dogs, is what the English call “eyewash.”

Everything null and void, valueless, until there’s a signed contract. That alone counts.

Everything else a capricious, deceptive anima intrigue that simply drives women crazy, because they always want to know why and how.

The main thing is to know how things are not done.

Please give X. my best greetings and tell him-because his love is all too easily injured-he should meditate on Paul’s words in the Epistle to the Corinthians: “Love endureth all things.”

With cordial greetings,

Yours ever,

Jung ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. 1, Pages 120-121