We won't trade one Gandhi for one hundred Churchills.
Churchill, with due cognizance of his corpulence, perfect diction, very many quotable quotes, ill-placed supreme disdain for the subjects of a fading empire, sneer perfectly etched on his bull-dog face, flair for ill humor, a faked ebullience with underlying depression (not his fault), miss-reading of the Indian achievements and potential, is a likable bloke. His generously protuberant mid girth with inversely proportional head was imposing - like that of a Tanjore doll - by a combination of rising vapors, convoluted entrails, bilious temper, spleenish petulance, and shakespearian eloquence, but was no match to the spiritual simplicity of the half-naked fakir, Gandhi, whose spirit will outlive Churchill's mundane fame. Churchill's intellect is supremely earth-bound, while Gandhi's spirit is transcending. We won't trade one Gandhi for one hundred Churchills. |
