Gurdjieff: "All right... Once was a man Scotch, from Willesgough in Tah(?)...[someone explains: "fine etat" (a fine state)] [laughter] ... Oy! [loud laughter] once... decide, kept the thought... eh, decide, categoric know what necessary because he wasn't very... eh... glad.
And hear in news people, through a news knew know an information, what this can be done... with gaz!
And one day, he go out and order had for all of everything, certain gaz in my own bed [laughter]... for dying!
But, he was sicker with association of this association and arrive idee: "but how much will cost gaz?" [loud laughter] it ask you get down! [?] ...enfin, clover... [Someone says: "shabat"], shut off and eh... [laughs] then this, this eh... serious man..."
Man: "he not die..."
Gurdjieff: not die, [laughter] very sensible! Shows good sense, at least I think..."
Man: "very Scotch..."
Gurdjieff: "For a Scotch... if I were Scotch!"
Dushka Howarth: "Would you tell the English story also?"
Gurdjieff: "No, enough, now is, eh... what [a man says: "fini"] and now I play..."
