Excerpt from Letter No. 83, written sometime after 14 June, 1861
...how you are, old boy (?) A Tragedy, a volume of Odes and one half of a real Epic poem! all in the course of one year and that year only half old! If I deserve credit for nothing else, you must allow me that I am, at least, an industrious dog. I am thinking of blazing out in prose to reduce to cinders the impudent pretensions of the 'mob of Gentlemen' who pass for great authors! Great authors! Great fiddle-sticks!! But of that by and by. You may take my word for it, friend Raj, that I shall come out like a tremendous comet and no mistake. Pray, what are you doing? Where is that grand Theological Book of yours that is to convert all manners of sinners to Brahmoism.
We have just got over the noise of Mohurrum. I tell you what:--if a great poet were to rise among the Mussulmans of India, he could write a magnificent Epic on the death of Hossen and his brother. He could enlist the feelings of the whole race on his behalf. We have no such subject. Would you believe it? People here grumble and say that the heart of the Poet in Meghnad is with the Rakshasas. And that is the real truth. I despise Ram and his rabble; but the idea of Ravan elevates and kindles my imagination; he was a grand fellow...
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