Mr. Gurdjieff was a Doctor, and in many ways he followed
the "old" Doctor's oath, to give of himself unsparingly for
his students. Even in his eighties, he would often rise in the
early hours to go to the markets to pick the food for the coming
days meals. Lunch with his pupils, then a nap in the afternoon,
an evening meal, followed by readings or dances, then to bed.
All in his apartment in Paris. He kept the shutters mostly closed
to keep the energy of his students contained. They would often
emerge after hours under the electric light of the apartment to a
Paris full of daylight, or in the depths of darkness, having completely
lost track of the time of day. But they had his "light".
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