April 23, 1964
(From Satprem to Sujata)
Paris
It’s hard, you know, life here is hectic, harried, you always have to see people, always have to run about – life doesn’t have time to live, nothing has time to be. My brother, too, suffers from this life and would really like something else, but they are so tied up, bound hand and foot to this Falsehood that they cannot find the way out. They would have to break everything.
I don’t know what’s going on, but all your letters arrive open – censored in India?? It’s the third letter from you that has arrived
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like that, open, with the envelope half torn. Apart from that, the contract with Corréa has been signed and they will publish the book in September, without cuts, 4,000 copies. They wanted to put me on television for an interview about this book, imagine! But I refused – those advertising organizations are as full of falsehood as all the rest. They also wanted my photo; I told them it would be in bad taste to stick my photo in a book on Sri Aurobindo. Anyway, it’s done, the book will be published. I am writing to Mother to tell her (it’s my second letter).
My own little mother looks so much younger and radiant – truly a natural, living soul, a living force.
It will take me many, many years to make up for these three lost months, because each day is about six months in French time.
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