Page:Rolland - Mahatma Gandhi, tr. by Catherine D. Groth, 1924.pdf/17



OFT dark eyes, a small frail man, with a thin face and rather large protruding eyes, his head covered with a little white cap, his body clothed in coarse white cloth, barefooted. He lives on rice and fruit, and drinks only water. He sleeps on the floor—sleeps very little, and works incessantly. His body does not seem to count at all. There is nothing striking about him—except his whole expression of “infinite patience and infinite love.” W. W. Pearson, who met him in South Africa, instinctively thought of St. Francis of Assisi. There is an almost childlike