May I say, you seem like a sound fellow.
Thank you.
But I have met your type before.
I have heard your speeches... your speech,since it is always the same.
And I have to say, I do not share your optimism.
Because the truth is... The truth is nobody here wants your rotten bill, sir.
We don't want it, and we don't trust it.
It is a machine composed entirely of brakes, sir.
And though all sides, even the native princes, are agreed that they hate this bill, sir, the truth is all it will do, sir, all it will ever do, is drive us deeper apart, Hindu against Muslim, until every city, every field is sown with bombs and knives, and only the word of Gandhi stands between us and you, sir.
Not rulers, but policemen, since that is all you are, keeping the peace with your lathis raised until the whistle is blown and you run your last damn furlong into the sea.
