An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth
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- anglais
- État:
- Œuvre complète
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- Écrite par l'auteur
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- ~180 000 mots · 848 passages
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- APAMahatma Gandhi. (n.d.). An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth. Digital reproduction: SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/fr/works/mahatma-gandhi/an-autobiography-the-story-of-my-experiments-with-truth
- MLAMahatma Gandhi. An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth. Digital reproduction, SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/fr/works/mahatma-gandhi/an-autobiography-the-story-of-my-experiments-with-truth.
- ChicagoMahatma Gandhi. An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth. Digital reproduction, SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/fr/works/mahatma-gandhi/an-autobiography-the-story-of-my-experiments-with-truth.
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De quoi il s'agit
Le récit que Gandhi a fait de sa vie jusqu'aux années vingt : l'enfance, les études à Londres, les années sud-africaines et la formation de ce qu'il appellerait plus tard satyagraha.
Contexte et histoire
Il l'écrivit en gujarati et il parut en feuilleton dans son propre hebdomadaire entre 1925 et 1929 ; l'anglais est une traduction due à son secrétaire Mahadev Desai, revue par lui-même. Le titre n'est pas une modestie : Gandhi insiste qu'il n'écrit pas une autobiographie mais l'histoire d'expériences, et que ce qu'il rapporte sont ses propres tentatives, non des recettes. Le récit s'arrête avant les épisodes qui l'ont rendu célèbre partout, ce qui surprend qui vient les y chercher.
Contexte éditorial, non une source citable : contrairement aux passages de l'œuvre, ces données ne peuvent pas être vérifiées dans le corpus.
The outstanding impression my mother has left on my memory is that of saintliness. She was deeply religious. She would not think of taking her meals without her daily prayers. Going to Haveli — the Vaishnava temple — was one of her daily duties. As far as my memory can go back, I do not remember her having ever missed the Chaturmas 1. She would take the hardest vows and keep them without flinching. Illness was no excuse for relaxing them. I can recall her once falling ill when she was observing the Chandrayana 2 vow, but the illness was not allowed to interrupt the observance. To keep two or three consecutive fasts was nothing to her. Living on one meal a day during Chaturmas was a habit with her. Not content with that she fasted every alternate day during one Chaturmas, During another Chaturmas she vowed not to have food without seeing the sun. We children on those days would stand, staring at the sky, waiting to announce the appearance of the sun to our mother. Everyone knows that at the height of the rainy season the sun often does not condescend to show his face. And I remember days when, at his sudden appearance, we would rush and announce it to her. She would run out to see with her own eyes, but by that time the fugitive sun would be gone, thus depriving her of her meal. “That does not matter,” she would say cheerfully, “God did not want me to eat today.” And then she would return to her round of duties, My mother had strong commonsense. She was well informed about all matters of State, and ladies of the court thought highly of her intelligence. Often I would accompany her, exercising the privilege of childhood, and I still remember many lively discussions she had with the widowed mother of the Thakore Saheb. Of these parents I was born at Porbandar, otherwise known as Sudamapuri, on the 2nd October, 1869. I passed my childhood in Porbandar. I recollect having been put to school. It was with some difficulty that I got through the multiplication tables.…