THE Mahabharata is not a mere epic; it is a romance, telling the tale of heroic men and
women and of some who were divine; it is a whole literature in itself, containing a code of life, a philosophy of social and ethical relations, and speculative thought on human problems that is hard to rival; but, above all, it has for its core with Gita, which is, as the world is beginning to find out, the noblest of scriptures and the grandest of sagas the climax of which is reached in the wondrous. Apocalypse in the Eleventh Canto. Through such books alone, the harmonies underlying true culture, I am convinced, will one day reconcile the disorders of modern life.
To an English reader, this volume will
bring home the validity of the comment made
by generations of Indian authors that "what is not there is nowhere to be found."