PATISAR,

_22nd March 1894._

As I was sitting at the window of the boat, looking out on the river, I

saw, all of a sudden, an odd-looking bird making its way through the water

to the opposite bank, followed by a great commotion. I found it was a

domestic fowl which had managed to escape impending doom in the galley by

jumping overboard and was now trying frantically to win across. It had

almost gained the bank when the clutches of its relentless pursuers closed

on it, and it was brought back in triumph, gripped by the neck. I told the

cook I would not have any meat for dinner.

I really must give up animal food. We manage to swallow flesh only because

we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do. There are many crimes

which are the creation of man himself, the wrongfulness of which is put

down to their divergence from habit, custom, or tradition. But cruelty is

not of these. It is a fundamental sin, and admits of no argument or nice

distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, its

protest against cruelty is always clearly heard; and yet we go on

perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us--in fact, any one who

does not join in is dubbed a crank.

How artificial is our apprehension of sin! I feel that the highest

commandment is that of sympathy for all sentient beings. Love is the

foundation of all religion. The other day I read in one of the English

papers that 50,000 pounds of animal carcasses had been sent to some army

station in Africa, but the meat being found to have gone bad on arrival,

the consignment was returned and was eventually auctioned off for a few

pounds at Portsmouth. What a shocking waste of life! What callousness to

its true worth! How many living creatures are sacrificed only to grace the

dishes at a dinner-party, a large proportion of which will leave the table

untouched!

So long as we are unconscious of our cruelty we may not be to blame. But

if, after our pity is aroused, we persist in throttling our feelings

simply in order to join others in their preying upon life, we insult all

that is good in us. I have decided to try a vegetarian diet.

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