
I keep trying to get organized, and in the process come across material I’ve forgotten about. Here’s one. Now I can throw that piece of paper away!
Nan: I am Nan. Shadow, are you there?
Shadow: Right here, baby.
Nan: What name do you go by?
Shadow: I am known by many names.
Nan: What shall I call you?
Shadow: Mom.
Nan: You’re not my mother!
Shadow: No, I said “Mum.” You can call me “Yes, Mum!”
Nan: You quit pushing me around! I won’t yes Mum or no Mum you! Perhaps I’ll name you!
Shadow: You presume?
Nan: Damn tootin’. I’ll call you–
Shadow: Matilda.
Nan: Oh, all right. Matilda. Waltzing Matilda?
Shadow: Hardly.
Nan: We’re supposed to be talking about robbing and getting robbed.
Shadow: Yeah, right, big time Nan the gun moll. Who ya been robbing lately, baby?
Nan: You’re rude, crude, and thoroughly unattractive. I thought you were haughty and condescending and filthy rich.
Shadow: Thanks, and I am, Po’ mouth!
Nan: You robbed me!
Shadow: Moi?
Nan: You took away my meanness, my lay-it-on-the-lineness, my sraightness.
Shadow: Moi?
Nan: Damn tootin’.
Shadow: You’re sounding a little vulgar yourself. By the bye, baby, who did YOU rob?
Nan: Uh…
Shadow: Come on, come on, we haven’t got all day. The teacher is going to blow the whistle in a minute.
Nan: Yeah, she’s asked two more questions and…
Shadow: Slow poke. Honestly, you dirty misfit. Black sheep of the family!
Nan: I’M the nice one. YOU’RE the bad one!
Shadow: I’m bored with you.
Nan: Who did I rob? I robbed myself, and gave myself away.
Shadow: Rattle rattle, hear my chains.
Nan: MY chains.
Shadow: Our chains. But you are dirty, a sissy, boring, teacher’s pet, dull, a non-entity: A crumb. Crumby!
Nan: You hush. I’m going to devour you!
Shadow: Now you’re talking like me!
I inserted most of the material about Jung’s “Shadow” part of our personality on my “Our Shadow Selves” page. I’ve just come across something that is too pertinent to bury at the bottom of a page as opposed to this “Post.”