Dr. Jung never does anything by halves.

I had seen him often as a highly civilized modernist driving a red Chrysler through the twisting streets of Zurich; pondering the problems of the psyche in his sober book-lined study with its Oriental paintings and Christian stained glass. . .

before I came upon the primitive Jung, one rainy summer day, outside his favorite dwelling place [Bollingen] – a grey stronghold, of medieval outline, standing alone and apart, surrounded by hills and water - where, when his work as a doctor is over, he re􀢢res to become for a season the detached scholar and writer who turns experience into theory.

Ensconced there in the shelter of the round stone tower which he had built with his own hands, dressed in a — bright blue linen overall, with his powerful arms in a tub of water, I beheld Dr. Jung earnestly engaged in washing his blue jeans. . . .

Dr. Jung never does anything by halves.

When he walks up and down the floor of the Psychological Club, expounding a dream to his advanced students, every cell and fiber of his physical being seems to participate; every resource of his great learning. . . and his native wisdom is turned in a single living stream upon the question in hand.

This massive, peaceful man in blue was putting the same zest and interest into washing.

No part of Jung was left in Kusnacht giving consultations. Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant, C.G. Jung Speaking, Pages 50-51