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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
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