An old animus means opinions, and a young animus means an enterprise.
Onkel said that the analysis of the Weidmann dream shows a dangerous enterprise which might have murderous consequences.
An old animus means opinions, and a young animus means an enterprise.
It is a parallel with the Luttichau situation. ‘Maisie’ [another pseudonym for Tommy] is in the same position as Viktor [Luttichau] doing nothing, no money and that is why Margerita is leaving him.
In our unconscious we are animals somewhere, and Viktor’ s lack of money is causing the divorce.
I was surprised.
Onkel said a man’s egoism is so great that he can smear his boots with the fat of his murdered brother.
Such a dream where a young criminal animus reveals itself, means a dangerous enterprise is afoot.
My unconscious says that I could kill Maisie when he is in such a mood.
Then Onkel told me of his African experience with Baynes.
They were all in a tent, and Baynes was outside.
Suddenly, they heard a shot, and one man said, “Let’s hope that’s Baynes blowing out his brains!”
It seems Baynes was in terrible humors all the time.
Onkel said such moods bring out a murderous feeling in one.
I could kill Maisie, and if I run away from Maisie, it is as if I had killed him.
One must make use of every instance of a bad mood, by saying the next day, when the mood has worn off, “Yesterday, you behaved in such and such a way, no reproach meant! Were you in a bad mood, yes or no?”
Then ask purely for a statement of facts.
Ask the person for a reason why he was in a bad mood.
The cause and why. Maisie, of course, hates like hell to be in such a mood, for a gentleman has no moods.
He dislikes it himself and he feels defeated, and angry and irritable with himself for it shows that he is not master of himself.
In analysis, one has fewer moods because one has an emotional outlet.
In a personal relationship, resentments store up. “I” am the apparent reason for Maisie’s moods; he has resistances against me, and I am quite likely to arouse resistances.
I am a ‘very nice person’ and such ‘nice’ persons have nasty feelings.
I have a spark in my eyes, from which one can conclude that in me there are hidden nasty reactions.
Maisie is too tactful, and too much a gentleman, to talk of his resistances.
There are millions of opportunities in a life together for having bad feelings which ought to be talked over, so as to create an atmosphere of understanding and compassion.
Maisie’s unconscious is chuck-full of resistances and resentments. ~Katy Cabot, Jung My Mother and I, Page 196-197
