Unimpressed, Tagore announced, “The New Japan is only an imitation of the West.”
Perhaps Mr. Tagore did not know that in English "butter fingers" greasily signifies manual ineptitude.
In the fly-leaf of the book was a beautiful portrait of Tagore.
Amongst other contributors the Maharajah of Tagore had given 5,000 rupees.
Tagore with a feeble gesture relinquishes his British title as a protest against British crime in India.
And men like Masefield, Noyes, and Tagore begin to vie in popularity with the moderately popular novelists.
One look at his face convinced me of the truth of Tagore's saying that great activity is poison to the soul.
I can not take that line seriously, nor understand how Tagore has become one of England's acknowledged poets.
"The scholars severely flayed Tagore for introducing a new style into Bengali poetry," I began.
Mrs. Fosdick said she doted on Tagore; Mrs. Calvin expressed herself as being positively insane about him.