I went to India and met some people who had been involved in this guerrilla business middle-class people who were rather vain and foolish. There was no revolutionary grandeur to it. Nothing.
What you say of the pride of giving life to an immortal soul is very fine dear, but I own I cannot enter into that: I think much more of our being like a cow or a dog at such moments: when our poor nature becomes so very animal and unecstatic.