Gurdjieff was unlike other men. Those who recorded their impressions of his person have left a strikingly consistent composite document. The late Henri Tracol, one of the foremost exponents of the Gurdjieff teaching and a man with a keen sense for the well-chosen word, remembered:
… his massive presence, the serene power, at once formidable and reassuring, which emanated from his whole being—his bearing, his gestures, his manner. I can still hear his voice resounding in me, arousing echoes that are ever fresh and new. Above all, I find myself standing before him, his eyes in mine, confronting the exacting benevolence of his gaze. Exacting, yes, and at times fiery and merciless. He seemed to guess the best as well as the worst in us and, being an expert in such matters, he smiled. That smile was ironic and compassionate, but quite without indulgence. Nothing escaped him. We felt him always ready to act without pity toward the oppressors of our own selves which, without knowing it, we were. This can be truly called: love.5
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