9-30 a.m. Sri Maharshi is absorbed in writing. Mrs. Mazumdar, a Bengali devotee, comes in with a tray of fruits and a bottle wrapped in tissue paper in her hand; she places them on the offerings-table, prostrates and goes to her place. From the corner of his eye Sri Bhagavan espies the bottle and, without raising his head, calls the attendant to fetch it, which the attendant does. He coolly takes it and carefully reads the label, once, twice; even the smallest type he strains his eyes to read. Then he returns the bottle as indifferently as a child does to an object in which it is not interested. “Eh, yenneh” (take it away, it is oil), he tells the attendant and resumes his writing. His power of observation is amazing and his show of curiosity in the smallest object, without the slightest desire for it or for anything under the sun, is still more amazing, though delightfully naive.