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something it noticed, cast his net on it and quickly entangled it, and later, rolling up the carriage, he
disentangled the dog in such a way that it found itself in the cage attached to the carriage.
"Just when my friend the barber-surgeon beckoned me to stop, he was aiming to throw his net, at the
opportune moment, at his next victim, which at that moment was standing wagging his tail and looking at
a bitch. My friend was just about to throw his net, when suddenly the bells of a neighboring church rang
out, calling the people to early morning prayers. At such an unexpected ringing in the morning quiet, the
dog took fright and springing aside flew off like a shot down the empty street at his full canine velocity.
"Then the barber-surgeon so infuriated by this that his hair, even beneath his armpits, stood on end, flung
his net on the pavement and spitting over his left shoulder, loudly exclaimed:
" 'Oh, Hell! What a time to ring!'
"As soon as the exclamation of the barber-surgeon reached my reflecting apparatus, there began to
swarm in it various thoughts which ultimately led, in my view, to the correct understanding of just why
there proceeded in me the aforesaid instinctive uneasiness.
"The first moment after I had understood this there even arose a feeling of being offended at myself that
such a simple and clear thought had not entered my head before.
"I sensed with the whole of my being that my effect on the general life could produce no other result than
that process which had all along proceeded in me.
"And indeed, everyone awakened by the noise I make with the steam whistle, which disturbs his sweet
morning slumbers, must without doubt curse me 'by everything under the sun', just me, the cause of this
hellish row, and thanks to this, there must of course certainly flow towards my person from all directions,
vibrations of all kinds of malice.
"On that significant morning, when, after performing my duties, I, in customary mood of depression, was
sitting in a neighboring 'Dukhan' and eating 'Hachi' with garlic, I, continuing to ponder, came to the
conclusion that if I should curse beforehand all those to whom my service for the benefit of certain
among them might seem disturbing, then, according to the explanation of the book I had read the night
before, however much all those, as they might be called, 'who lie in the sphere of idiocy', that is, between
sleep and drowsiness, might curse me, it would have—as explained in that same book—no effect on me
at all.
"And in fact, since I began to do so, I no longer feel the said instinctive uneasiness."
Well, now, patient reader, I must really conclude this opening chapter. It has now only to be signed.
He who…
Stop! Misunderstanding formation! With a signature there must be no joking, otherwise the same will be
done to you as once before in one of the empires of Central Europe, when you were made to pay ten
years' rent for a house you occupied only for three months, merely because you had set your hand to a
paper undertaking to renew the contract for the house each year.
Of course after this and still other instances from life experience, I must in any case in respect of my own
signature, be very, very careful.
Very well then.
He who in childhood was called "Tatakh"; in early youth "Darky"; later the "Black Greek"; in middle
age, the "Tiger of Turkestan"; and now, not just anybody, but the genuine "Monsieur" or "Mister"
Gurdjieff, or the nephew of "Prince Mukransky", or finally, simply a "Teacher of Dancing."
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* Cheshma means veil.
Copyright © 1950 G. I. Gurdjieff
Revision: October 1, 1998

Chapter II
Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson
by G. I. Gurdjieff
Why Beelzebub Was in Our Solar