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SABCL - Sri Aurobindo Birth Centenary Library

CWSA - Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo

CWM - Collected Works of The Mother

Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/SABCL/Supplement_Volume-27/Letter to -The Hindu.htm
Letter to "The Hindu" AN Anglo-Indian paper of some notoriety both for its language and views, has recently thought fit to publish a libellous leaderette and subsequently an article openly arraigning me as a director of Anarchist societies, a criminal and an assassin. Neither the assertions nor the opinions of the Madras- Times carry much weight in themselves and I might have passed over the attack in silence. But I have had reason in my political career to suspect that there are police officials on the one side and propagandists of violent revolution on the other hand who would only be too glad to use any authority for bringing in my name as a supporter of Terrorism and assassination. Holding
Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/SABCL/Supplement_Volume-27/Medical Department.htm
Medical Department INTRODUCTORY ONE of the peculiarities of administration in India is the extent to which the provision of medical aid for the people rests on the shoulders of the Government. In a healthy community the sphere of Government action outside certain recognised spheres tends always to contract; in one which is feeble or unsound it tends always to expand. Judged from this standpoint there are few if any countries which show such a miserable lack of robustness as India. Normally Government action is limited to the management of only such affairs as cannot be conducted by local or private enterprise either at all or with sufficient efficiency and organise
Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/SABCL/Supplement_Volume-27/Sonnets.htm
SONNETS O face that I have loved until no face Beneath the quiet heaven such glory wear, They say you are not beautiful, - no snare Of twilight in the changing mysticness Or deep enhaloed secrecy of hair, Soft largeness in the eyes I dare not kiss! Unreal all your bosom's dreadful bliss. Too narrow are your brows they say to bear The temple of vast beauty in its span Or chaste cold bosom to house fierily Beauty that maddens all the heart of man. I know not, this I know that utterly My soul is by some magic curls surprised, Some glances have my heart immortalised. II I cannot equal those most absolute eyes, Althou