…sounding at times like a Greek priestess moaning from the bowels of the earth. He wanders in the desert, he cries aloud, he eats the liver of a sacrificed girl, her head ‘a mash of blood with hair and whitish pieces of bone.’
— review of The Red Book of C. G. Jung: Creation of a New Cosmology at The Rubin Museum of Art in Chelsea. I will get there before it closes in February.
