I Expect You Will Find That Change

Remember The Story Of The Spanish Prisoner. For Many Years He Was Confined In A Dungeon... One Day It Occurred To Him To Push The Door Of His Cell. It Was Open; And It Had Never Been Locked.

The Air Is An Extremely Dangerous, Jealous And Exacting Mistress. Once Under The Spell Most Lovers Are Faithful To The End, Which Is Not Always Old Age. Even Those Masters And Princes Of Aerial Fighting, The Survivors Of Fifty Mortal Duels In The High Air Who Have Come Scatheless Through The War And All Its Perils, Have Returned Again And Again To Their Love And Perished Too Often In Some Ordinary Commonplace Flight Undertaken For Pure Amusement.

The World Looks With Some Awe Upon A Man Who Appears Unconcernedly Indifferent To Home, Money, Comfort, Rank, Or Even Power And Fame. The World Feels Not Without A Certain Apprehension, That Here Is Someone Outside Its Jurisdiction; Someone Before Whom Its Allurements May Be Spread In Vain; Some One Strangely Enfranchised, Untamed, Untrammelled By Convention, Moving Independent Of The Ordinary Currents Of Human Action.

In Handing Over The Government Of India To These So-called Political Classes, We Are Handing Over To Men Of Straw, Of Whom, In A Few Years, No Trace Will Remain.

If I Had Been An Italian I Am Sure That I Should Have Been Whole-heartedly With You From The Start To Finish In Your Triumphant Struggle Against The Bestial Appetites And Passions Of Leninism.