For the past seven or eight days – basically since finishing one of the two articles I've been working on – I have been either on the computer, or reading until three, four, five, even six a.m.
I keep trying to stop it, to get to bed more regularly: but haven't really succeeded.
Again, tonight: after a lovely talk all evening with Patrick, who is back in town – and is it really possible that we haven't talked face to face since February?... and we talked about the possibility of Jungian analysis. So tonight I was re-reading – skipping my way through – Robertson Davies' The Manticore, certainly one of the most lucid and intense tales of analysis. And a book I dearly love.
I didn't read the whole thing – I avoided most of the narrator's own, rather sordid, story, which makes up most of the novel – but skipped through the passages about the Jungian analysts themselves, the questions they asked, especially Dr. Jo von Haller. Very satisfying.
And, I must say, even though it is nearly four a.m. and I have a student calling in the morning, I don't regret it: it seems, at least in the middle of the night, a perfectly worthwhile way to spend the mid-night hours....
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