Jail thoughts-2

It was fortunate that I had not finished what I had undertaken, for if I had done so I might have been induced to send it to a publisher. Looking at it now, I realize its little worth; how stale and uninteresting much of it seems. The incidents it deals with have lost all importance and have become the debris of a half-forgotten past covered over by the lava of subsequent volcanic eruptions. I have lost interest in them. What stand out in my mind are personal experiences which had left their impress upon me; contacts with certain individuals and certain events; contacts with the crowd the mass of the Indian people in their infinite diversity and yet their amazing unity; some adventures of my mind; waves of unhappiness and the relief and joy that came from overcoming them; the exhilaration of the moment of action.