In a jail cell in Poona last week squatted India's most famous man, the wizened little brown man with the big-eared, big-eyed face of a bespectacled lemur: the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. For four months he had been out of the news, drinking goat's milk, spinning cotton on his charkha, brooding as ever on the woes of India's Pariah Untouchables. Inside the bare parched skull "a tempest was raging." Finally, "the voice became insistent and said, 'Why don't you do it?' I resisted but in vain.'' Last week on Harijan (Untouchables' Day)...
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