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the
opened door of the firebox. Since I spent all of
my
time below the level of the firebox, on the cold kitchen
floor, I perhaps discovered for
the first time what a
force fire really was. Perhaps
also my father was
annoyed with me or with my mother or my little brother
at the time as well,
but I don't believe that
that
inference is necessary. More likely, he was holding me
while he leaned over the stove to take
a peek into a
pot of stew after having added
wood, and the heat
following close on the vision of the roaring
Hades in
the firebox frightened me.
"What the dream
records, I believe, is the moment
when I discovered my individuality. I am an object and
have a shape as did the stick of wood,
and also like
the stick of wood, the world would transform me
and
eventually consume me. That
is what the 'almost'
means, not that he was about to throw me into the
fire
which would have had to have terrify me, but
that he
could have (i. e., I am a separate
creature, disposable
to be sure, but also independent, unique,
an identity).
"Now I am 37
and the dream has come back again.
I have just succeeded in separating
my identity from
the stranglehold of Doctor, Professor, Member of
the
Evergreen Faculty, things which have been standing in
in for my family, as it were. I am outrageously free and
strong. And I can see that the dream, in a few decades,
will have one more crisis to help me through, the final
one. If it does its work
as it has thus far, the final
consummation will be a final freedom.
Truly it is a
marvelous thing to be a human being in this universe."
Were Dr. Sinclair a patient
in analysis and, therefore,
by definition primarily concerned with discovering
the
ways he has come to deceive
himself, we should, of
course, gently encourage him to at
least temporarily
suspend his commitments to what interests him
and to
what he believes. On the reasonable assumption
that his
interests and beliefs, as
currently experienced, are,
likely as not, subordinate to a
neurotically prevailing
commitment to self-deception. But Dr. Sinclair is
not a
patient; he is a medieval scholar who
believes that his
interest in dreams may lead
him to a more profound
understanding and enjoyment of
G. Chaucer's poetry.
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