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Episodes with
Gurdjieff
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At thePriewe’
One morning,
shortly
after I arrived
at the Prieurb,
I was coming
from
the terrace
into
the
main
hall
of the chateau.
Once
inside
I stopped
dead.
Standing
in the hall in a little
half-circle
was a
group
of women
in work
clothes.
Facing
them
was
Mr.
Gurdjieff.
Evidently
they had made
some
serious
mistake
for he was shouting
at them.
His
black
eyes were
flashing,
his face and
unshaved
head were red with
fury.
He
gesticulated
angrily
and shook
his finger
at the women
time
and again.
They
all seemed
terrified
at this
intense
scolding.
In a flash Mr.
Gurdjieff
stopped
everything.
Totally.
Gently
he lowered
his hands
to his sides.
With
a smile
and a soft
wave of his hand
he
dismissed
the women.
Then
slowly
and quietly
he walked
up the wide
staircase
toward
his room.
I was overwhelmed
by what
I had seen. I knew
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At the Priewe’
that
Mr.
Gurdjieff
had felt
no anger,
or fury
at
all. This was indeed conscious acting.
It was the first of a series of vivid
experiences
I had with
Mr.
Gurdjieff
that
I shall never
forget.
It was probably
my
second
Saturday
night
at the
Prieurk
when
Mr.
Gurdjieff
and all the men were in
the hot
room
of the steam
bath.
Mr.
Gurdjieff,
a
towel
wrapped
round
his head like a turban,
lay
on his side on a sort of low
couch
in a corner
of
the room.
He
faced us naked
like
all the rest of us.
He
had been speaking
about
Little
Mister.
This
subject
he obviously
enjoyed
speaking
about
for he
embellished
his talk
with
broad
smiles
and large
descriptive
gestures.
I thought
I understood
what
he meant,
but I want-
ed to be sure. I turned
to the man
sitting
next
to me
and asked.
He
pointed
down
to between
his legs.
Mr.
Gurdjieff
was now
saying
that
often
Little
Mister
was much
more
powerful
than
Big Mister.
His
influence
over Big Mister
was really
impressive.
In
fact,
Little
Mister
was often
the real Boss.
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New York
When
Mr.
Gurdjieff
stopped
speaking
there
was
a certain
amount
of rather
subdued
laughter.
Then
silence.
Suddenly
I broke
this silence by speaking.
I was
sitting
on a bench
directly
in front
of Mr.
Gurdjieff.
And
I spoke
with
an extraordinary
intensity.
“A
man
could
make
a very good
thing
out
of
a place like this,
couldn’t
he, Mr.
Gurdjieff?”
Something
like a stream
of fire spat out of my eyes
directly
at Mr.
Gurdjieff.
Near the end of 1928 Mr. Gurdjieff and some of
his people came to New York. We promptly named
those who came with him, “His Tail.” This was
Mr. Gurdjieff’s first visit to America since his auto-
mobile accident in the summer of 1924.
For the first week or so of this visit
He
smiled
at me.
“Ah,”
he said in a low
voice,
“dangerous
kind.”
From
that
moment
on,
all the time
I was at the
Prieure
he called
me “Dangerous.”
When
he came to New
York
in late 1928
he gave
Mr.
Gurdjieff
me a new name.
He called
me “Mr.
Bear.”
lived
in a furnished
apartment
on the corner
of 7th
On his last visit to New
York
he called me “Ange,
Avenue
and Central
Park South.
Below
the win-
Ange.”
dows
on the 7th
Avenue
side was the marquee
of
the Al Jolson
Theatre.
The
building
was owned
and
the apartments
furnished
by the Shubert
Theatre
Cor-
poration,
The
furnishings
in the apartment
occupied
by Mr.
Gurdjieff,
the rugs,
drapes,
and wall dec-
orations
looked
like
a conglomeration
of stuff
left
over from
some long
ago Shubert
theatrical
disaster.
On one of the first evenings
here some lady had
sent Mr.
Gurdjieff
a large and rather
showy
bouquet
of
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New York
American
Beauty
roses. When
I walked
into
the room
for a meeting
I saw the roses arranged
in a tall glass
vase on the grand
piano.
Shortly
after
all the members
of the group
had
arrived
and were seated,
Mr.
Gurdjieff
came into
the
room.
As he came in some woman
said, “Oh,
Mr.
Gurdjieff,
those
roses are so beautiful!”
“Such
thing
not
beautiful,”
Mr.
Gurdjieff
said
scornfully.
“Such
Aower
not
even lawful.”
During
the
winter
of
when
there
was a
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“Oh,
but
Mr,
Gurdjieff,
she meant
well.
She has
meeting
or a reading
from
Beelqbub
in manuscript
a good
heart.”
or an evening
of music,
Mr.
Gurdjieff
himself
“No,
not
good
heart,”
Mr.
GurdjiefI
said.
sometimes
opened
the door
to admit
people.
As
“Never
can have good
heart
when
send such thing.
some
of us came in he would
say, as if he could
not
This
for
titillation.”
believe
it,
“Ah,
you
here?”
You
felt
as if someone
had told
him
you had died
since the last meeting.
We
all felt
that
Mr.
Gurdjieff
had a work
of
his own.
But
we could
think
of no way to really
learn what
it might
be. One
evening
he came into
the
room
and sat on the couch
as he always
did.
And
this
evening
we noticed
a rosary
in his right
hand.
It was about
three
inches
in diameter
and was strung
with
fairly
large brick-colored
beads.
As he listened
to the reading
that
evening,
he
occasionally
moved
a bead
as if doing
some
kind
of
inner
work.
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