THE SAINT AND THE SINNER
"Do you see that point over there? That's where Caesar landed when he brought his legions to conquer England."
To CONQUER ENGLAND! I thought of that great soldier of ancient Rome and of his victories upon these shores. His Twentieth Legion had remained here three hundred years! Then I thought of another conqueror--William of Normandy--who had crossed this channel a thousand years after the immortal Julius, and beaten the Saxons and annexed their realm. This invader had landed at Peveny, not so many miles here to the south. And now another thousand years had passed, and still another conqueror was crossing these stormy seas. Not a soldier, but mightier than any soldier. Not an invader, with a sword of steel, but an apostle with the sword of the spirit. Not an enemy to lay waste the land, but a friend to surprise and devastate the hearts of Englishmen. If ever Britain was in peril, it was in peril now, when for the third time in two thousand years there was coming an alien to dictate terms of peace.
-- JOHN HAYNES HOLMES.
"You are a strange man, Mr. Gandhi! You are so sincere, you embarrass us; so simple, you baffle us."
-- LAURENCE HOUSMAN.
On the 11th of September, 1930, the S.S. Rajputana, carrying its precious cargo of a hundred pounds of flesh and bone, touched Marseilles--and French soil. It was drizzling, wet, slippery. The Mahatma's loin-cloth and shawl and a pair of sandals afforded him all the protection he needed from the inclemencies of weather. From Marseilles to Paris, from Paris to Boulogne, from Boulogne to Folkestone--and from Folkestone to London in an "official" automobile driven by a high official of the India Office, Mahatma Gandhi was taken over to the Friends