It Is No Use Doing What You

It Was My Ambition All Of My Life To Be Master Of The Spoken Word.

It Is Alarming ... To See Mr Gandhi, A Seditious Middle Temple Lawyer, Now Posing As A Fakir Of A Type Well-known In The East, Striding Half-naked Up The Steps Of The Vice-regal Palace While He Is Still Organising And Conducting A Campaign Of Civil Disobedience.

He Has All Of The Virtues I Dislike And None Of The Vices I Admire.

It Is Not Open To The Cool Bystander . . . To Set Himself Up As An Impartial Judge Of Events Which Would Never Have Occurred Had He Outstretched A Helping Hand In Time.

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.