Jack of Spades

The young philosophes arrived in Paris with more conviction than credentials, certain the old guard's certainties were about to be dismantled — and were, often enough, entirely right. The Jack carries that same restless, seasonal energy: winter's contemplation finally giving way to spring's action, ideas that have finished germinating and are ready to be planted somewhere real. Jung's puer here is intellectual rather than romantic — brilliant, a little untested, more than ready to take apart any argument in his path. Don't mistake his youth for shallowness. He is dreaming, yes, but he is dreaming with real tools already in his hands.