ABSTRACT
To those of you who know and love the old stronghold of the Sikhs; to those who have spent years wandering among the armoury and memories of the fort; to those who indignantly rebel against my lukewarm condemnation of Ranjit Singh’s resting-place, I o er apologies as ample as those which should have been extorted today from a wholesale chemist and Goth who enunciated at lunch, with a contemptuous snap of two iodized ngers, that “there is nothing to see at Delhi.”
