I read the letter, raced my eyes over the uncut pages of the sadhana, and then again fell to nodding and humming through my poem.
I wanted to tell you how the least thing distracts me nowadays from my duty to the sadhana.
I grow quite absent-minded when I try to write for the sadhana magazine.
I would commend these volumes, and especially the one entitled "sadhana," the collection of essays, to all intelligent readers.
There was a letter, the last number of the sadhana Magazine, one of the Monist, and some proof-sheets.