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

the first time this ever happened to me, and also the last, throughout my entirebeing-existence."But perhaps it would be better for the present not to touch on questionsthat concern only our family."Let us rather return to my tale about the Omnipresent Okidanokh and myessence-friend Gornahoor Harharkh who, by the way, was once recognized byordinary three-brained beings everywhere as a 'great scientist,' but is today nolonger considered 'great'; indeed, thanks to the fame of his own result, that isto say, his son, he is now a 'has-been' or, as our dear Mullah Nasr Eddinsometimes says in such cases, 'He is up to his neck in an old Americangalosh.'"Well then, while Gornahoor Harharkh was floundering about, he finallymanaged, with great difficulty and only by means of a very complicatedmaneuver, to get his planetary body, burdened as it was with its heavy andunusual equipment, down onto the chair again, and this time he fastened it allwith screws that were on the chair for that purpose. When we were both moreor less settled again and could communicate by means of the artificialconnector I mentioned, he drew my attention to the three apparatuses hangingover the table which, as I told you, looked like 'momonodooars.'"On close inspection all three of these proved to be exactly alike inappearance, each being a sort of 'socket' out of which projected 'carbon poles'like those found in what your favorites call 'arc lights.'"Having drawn my attention to these three objects resembling'momonodooars,' he said:'Each of these outwardly similar apparatuses has a direct connectionwith the secondary containers I showed you while we were still outside the"hrakhartzakha," and in