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

After this silence, rare among us young rascals, the usual hubbub broke outagain, and in noisy chorus we decided to go at once to the barber, a specialistin extracting teeth, and to ask him why this tooth was like that.So we all clambered down from the roof and went off to the barber's AndI, as the "hero of the day," stalked at the head of them all.The barber, after a casual glance, said it was simply a "wisdom tooth" andthat all members of the male sex have one like it—that is, all those who up tothe time when they can say "papa" and "mama" are fed exclusively on theirown mother's milk, and who are able at first sight to pick out from manyothers the face of their own father.From all the effects of this event in which my poor "wisdom tooth"became a complete sacrifice, not only did my consciousness begin, from thattime onward, to absorb on every occasion the very essence of the essence ofmy deceased grandmother's behest—may she attain the Kingdom ofHeaven—but also, because I did not go to a "qualified dentist" to have thesocket of my former tooth treated, which as a matter of fact I could not dosince we lived too far from any contemporary center of culture, a "something"began to ooze chronically from this socket, which had the property—as wasonly recently explained to me by a famous meteorologist with whom Ichanced to become bosom friends during frequent meetings in the all-nightrestaurants of Montmartre—of arousing an interest in and a tendency to seekout the causes of every suspicious "actual fact", and this property, nottransmitted by heredity to my common presence, gradually and automaticallyled to my becoming a specialist in the investigation of every "suspicious phenomenon"that, as so often happened, came my way.And when, of course with the cooperation of our All-Common Master, theMerciless Heropass, that is, the "flow of time," I was transformed into theyoung man I have