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near him as I did, you feel his presence at once. It is at once a magnetic, powerful, and an all-round spiritual personality. Now just turn from this Yogi,-for he is nothing else-and follow me to the fish-market. I have been there only once, but I will tell you something about it. It was eight o'clock in the morning. No less than five hundred men, women and boys were there. My first feeling was one of extreme nausea. (There was a strong, dirty, abominable smell about the place.) The fisher-men had brought in fine, living, leaping fish in their nets. They started by taking these out and beating each living fish dead against the hard, brick floor of the market. Squabbling, haggling, abusing, spitting were in full swing. The evil stink was nothing to them. It was the smell of the rose-flower, as it were. I went out; rather, ran out. I saw many men and women coming out, their hands full of the dirty stuff. Young men, within their teens, were there. Their eyes were pale and hollow, their skins hung loose upon their bones; their faces denoted greed and lust. I saw not one person who had a healthy, steady, self-reliant look; they seemed like a pack of beggars who had stumbled into a little money which they must spend upon fish. Indeed, how can it be otherwise? Now comparing one of these back-boneless men with the Saint, what conclusion do you draw? The one is the ANIMAL-MAN, the other, the DIVINE-MAN .