The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 5/Epistles - First Series/CVII Joe
CVII
The Math, Belur,
Howrah,
Bengal, India,
1901
Dear Joe, (Miss Josephine MacLeod.)
I can't even in imagination pay the immense debt of gratitude I owe you.
Wherever you are you never forget my welfare; and, there, you are the only
one that bears all my burdens, all my brutal outbursts.
Your Japanese friend has been very kind, but my health is so poor that I am
rather afraid I have not much time to spare for Japan. I will drag myself
through the Bombay Presidency even if only to say, "How do you do?" to all
kind friends.
Then two months will be consumed in coming and going, and only one month to
stay; that is not much of a chance for work, is it?
So kindly pay the money your Japanese friend has sent for my passage. I
shall give it back to you when you come to India in November.
I have had a terrible collapse in Assam from which I am slowly recovering.
The Bombay people have waited and waited till they are sick — must see them
this time.
If in spite of all this you wish me to come, I shall start the minute you
write.
I had a letter from Mrs. Leggett from London asking whether the £300 have
reached me safe. They have, and I had written a week or so before to her the
acknowledgment, C/o Monroe & Co., Paris, as per her previous instructions.
Her last letter came to me with the envelope ripped up in a most barefaced
manner! The post offices in India don't even try to do the opening of my
mail decently.
Ever yours with love,
Vivekananda.