The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
for this mood of mine.
30th December, 1893. So you are angry. Forgive
me, the unripe young man, and overlook my
mistakes. Men learn to ride only by riding and
falling. The swimmers get drowned. If you require
any money, I could send some from here. You
should not be angry with me. This year I have not
spent any money on extra books; I have only
purchased my text books. I had the bad habit of
buying books and now I have given it up. And I
always think of spending still less on myself. After
all I spend a little on milk. I attended the Congress
simply to hear the great orators and speakers of
India that had come and to get my own
impressions about their art of delivery. That day I
was thankful that I was not moved like the masses
in empty joys of welcoming Dadabhoy Naoroji and
now I say that the rhetoric of the Congress
speakers gave me no joy, no inspiration ; it was
empty.
10th January, 1894. I learnt my sister's death. I felt
very sad, but it is no good writing about one's
sorrows. I have wept bitterly for hours. I loved her
as I loved no one else.
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