The Clash of Genres

Courtesy erinc salor

Courtesy Library of Congress

A word of advice: it's sheer folly to think that, after having viewed a Werner Herzog production and listened to the master's inimitably styled homilies, you can then move directly on to reading Carl Jung without any side effects. Just try to take seriously any disquisitions on the anima/us, and not hearing it all pronounced with the former luminary's wonderfully particular accent-- try, too, not to feel as if you're being taken for some sort of intelligently conceived ride.

The latter impression may have had a lot to do with the fact that I'd been watching Incident at Loch Ness-- the epitome of just excellent foolery.