Up from the cot on which he nearly fasted to death (TIME, May 22 et seq.) rose shriveled Mahatma Gandhi last week. With Mrs. Gandhi at his side he hobbled out of the palatial villa at Parnakuti, near Poona, loaned him for his fast by eccentric Lady Thackersey. Creeping into a motor car he was driven into Poona at a dusty 50 m.p.h. to face the executive committee of his All-India National Congress Party. The committee was restive, if not rebellious. Many of the Mahatma's followers feel that his fasts to impress...
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