Beelzebubs-Tales-to-His-Grandson-by-G-I-Gurdjieff

hanging around me there are several who know how to get along more or lesseasily in both these languages, and I somehow entertain the hope that theywill be able to transcribe and translate them fairly well for me.In any case I repeat, and repeat so that you may remember it well—not as youare in the habit of "remembering" other things, and on the basis of which youare accustomed to keeping your word of honor to others or to yourself—thatno matter what language I use, I shall always and in everything avoid what Ihave called "bon ton literary language."With regard to this it is an extremely curious fact, perhaps more worthy ofyour love of knowledge than you may suppose, that from my earliestchildhood, that is to say, ever since the birth in me of the need to rob birds'nests and to tease my friends' sisters, there arose in my "planetary body," asthe ancient theosophists called it, and moreover—why I don't know—chieflyin the right half, an involuntary, instinctive sensation that up to the period ofmy life when I became a "teacher of dancing" was gradually formed into adefinite feeling, and later, when thanks to this profession of mine I came incontact with people of many different types, the conviction also began toarise in what is called my "mind" that these languages, or rather their"grammars," are composed by people who with respect to knowledge oflanguage are exactly like those biped animals whom the esteemed MullahNasr Eddin characterizes thus "All they can do is wrangle with pigs about thequality of oranges."People of this kind, who, due to rotten heredity and nauseating upbringing,on reaching a certain age have been turned into "voracious moths,"destroying the good prepared and left for us by our ancestors and by time,have not the slightest notion and have never even heard of the blatantlyobvious fact that during preparatory age there is acquired in the brainfunctioning of every creature, and thus