the creed of atheism would surpass even that of my instructor. Yet both these things came to pass.
Wilkins was our professor in the College. His learning was on level with his contempt for his pupils. He felt that it was a menial occupation to teach literature to Bengali students. Therefore, in our Shakespeare class, he would give us the synonym for ‘cat’ as ‘a quadruped of the feline species.’ But Satish was excused from taking notes. The Professor told him: ‘I will make good to you the hours wasted in this class when you come to my room.’
The other less favoured students used to ascribe this indulgent treatment of Satish to his fair complexion and to his profession of atheism. Some of the more worldly-wise among them went to Wilkins’s study with a great show of enthusiasm to borrow from him some book on Positivism. But he refused, saying that it would be too hard for them. That they should be held unfit even to cultivate atheism made their minds all the more bitter against Satish.
Jagamohan was Satish’s uncle. He was a notorious atheist of that time. It would be in-
