Sunday was Carl’s day off. In the morning all the church bells, Protestant and Catholic, rang out across Zurich and families put on their Sunday best to attend the services, prayer books in hand, little girls with hair done up Hedi-style, boys in matelot suits. Not the Jungs, however. Carl had vowed never to set foot in a church again, other than on unavoidable occasions such as his own wedding, and he was determined not to have any of his children confirmed, remembering the debilitating boredom and depression which overcame him during the instruction given him by his father, who was all the while denying his own religious doubts, battling with his unnamed torments.
-Catrine Clay, Labyrinths: Emma Jung, Her Marriage to Carl, and the Early Years of Psychoanalysis