Living the unexamined life may not be the most successful way to proceed through this world. It certainly hasn't wordked for thirty year old Arthur Loveday, who has failed to impress both his employers and the woman he has fallen in love with. An industrial psychologist, attempting to assess him for future employment, says he can never succeed at anything until he has worked out who he really is. From that point on, Arthur finds himself persistently chivvied by Fate into a spiritual quest to find his true Self. But who or what is the ultimate guide on this quest? The works of the famous psychiatrist Carl Jung, pressed on him by a very erudite Indian gentleman? The ex-voodoo priestess turned esoteric psychologist, who has both an MSc and a stone altar in the basement? Or is it really the small orphan kitten that Arthur finds abandoned in a pet shop window?