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Updated: June 7, 2025
'They are newts, little lizards, answers a learned pandit. 'They are spirits of the bog, myths, that hold their carnival in the early grass of the marshy pools, says the theorist and poet, who believes in the idealities of a poetic fancy.
Some of these he took from the Tattwa Bodhini, and some he caused to be written for him by the school pandit. He was forever preaching: "Abandon idol-worship, give choice in marriage, give women education; why do you keep them shut up in a cage? let women come out." There was a special cause for this liberality on the subject of women, inasmuch as in his own house there was no woman.
Well may one exclaim, what can be expected from a people whose leading men of culture are living this double and mean life! This is verily "peace with dishonour"! The agency through which, and the occasion upon which, caste penalizes its members are manifold. Formerly, Hindu kings, under instruction from their pandit ministers, would enforce caste observances.
And recollect always the inscription over the north gate of Siena: "Cor magis tibi Sena pandit." "More than her gates, Siena opens her heart to you."
Then he produced two silken robes, one red, which he placed on Kennedy's shoulders, and one violet, which he threw over me. From the air proceeded strange sounds of weird music and words. The Pandit seemed to fall asleep, muttering.
He added: Love, courtship, marriage. What is more beautiful than the true unblemished love of one person for another? What is sweeter, better, or more to be desired than perfect harmony and happiness? If you want to win the esteem, love, and everlasting affection of another, see the Pandit, the greatest living master of the occult science. Like Hata, the Pandit lived in a large brownstone house.
I never tired of their company and I think they did not tire of mine, for my wanderings through the world and my studies in the ancient Indian literatures and faiths with the Pandit Devaswami were of interest to them both though in entirely different ways. Mrs. Ingmar was a woman who centred all her interests in books and chiefly in the scientific forms of occult research.
Pandit Harapraśad Sastri mentions a singular poem called Buddhacaritra, completed in 1711 and celebrating an incarnation of Buddha which apparently commenced in 1699 and was to end in the reappearance of the golden age.
A voice, quite evidently from a phonograph buried in the depths of the altar, answered in an unknown language which sounded much like "Al-ya wa-aa haal-ya waa-ha." Across the dim room flashed a pale blue light with a crackling noise, the visible rays from a Crookes tube, I verily believe. The Pandit, however, said it was the soul of a saint passing through.
What was happening I could not very well make out, but would keep staring at the rows of lighted casements from my place in the darkness. The intervening space was not great but the gulf between my infant world and these lights was immense. My elder cousin Ganendra had just got a drama written by Pandit Tarkaratna and was having it staged in the house.
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