By Mohandas Karamchand (Mahatma) Gandhi
The tale of My Experiments with fact is the autobiography of Mohandas okay. Gandhi, masking his lifestyles from early early life via to 1921.
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With his hand he was constantly turning over his beard. Such a queer-looking and queerly dressed person was bound to be singled out in fashionable society. 'I have heard a good deal about you,' I said to him. 'I have also read some of your writings. ' Narayan Hemchandra had a rather hoarse voice. ' 'Then we are neighbours. I want to learn English. ' 'I shall be happy to teach you anything I can, and will try my best. ' 'Oh, no. I shall come to you. ' So we made an appointment. Soon we were close friends.
They could not be felt as a difficulty. But I succeeded in turning them into one. I felt that I should read all the text-books. It was a fraud, I thought, not to read these books. I invested much money in them. I decided to read Roman Law in Latin. The Latin which I had acquired in the London Matriculation stood me in good stead. And all this reading was not without its value later on in South Africa, where Roman Dutch is the common law. The reading of Justinian, therefore, helped me a great deal in understanding the South African law.
It would have been difficult in a town like Portsmouth to find out which were good lodgings and which were bad for occasional travellers like us. We returned from the Conference in the evening. After dinner we sat down to play a rubber of bridge, in which our landlady joined, as is customary in England even in respectable households. Every player indulges in innocent jokes as a matter of course, but here my companion and our hostess began to make indecent ones as well. I did not know that my friend was an adept in the art.