ABSTRACT
The days before the interview, at the end of the same week, I thought and thought about those words. Up to now I had assumed that the person and the place of a psychoanalyst must be swathed in mysteries appropriate to the alchemists. The more the better, certainly. Precious metals, ornaments, symbols, halos, roots and herbs: I demanded everything, tutored properly by Jung, Hans Andersen and the Brothers Grimm. Now Dr G had scuttled that. It was the work, the actual work itself, that was significant. A thing that could presumably be evaluated and assessed like the ploughing and the crop.
