No reviewer who is also an analytical psychologist could, I believe, write a wholly dispassionate account of this book. But paradoxically it is a book which also sets the reader reflecting yet once more about all the central issues of life and death. Jane Wheelwright is a direct heir of Jung and she offered her patient Sally, dying of cancer at the age of 37, much of what she had herself absorbed from her training with him. She also made available her personal experience and her individually developed way of working with those who are going to die soon, and very painfully. The contact between Sally and her therapist was short in time—six months—but it widened and deepened Sally's psychological life in a most remarkable way. She was enabled gradually to bear almost unbearable pain, physical and emotional, through her growing sense of its meaning to her, to her husband and to her two daughters. The analysis was at first in her own home, then in hospital. Though broken into and damaged by the analyst's summer and winter holidays, the work together can still