Years afterwards another dream about an animal came to me which I embodied in the story called “The Mahatma and the Hare；” a little book that； up to the present； has no great public vogue。 Largely this is because so many of the papers neglected it as though it were something improper。 Their reason was； I think； that they feared to give offence to that great section of their readers who； directly or indirectly； are interested in sport； by extended notices of a parable which doubtless in its essence amounts to an attack upon our habit of killing other creatures for amusement。 I hope； however； that its day may e； though perhaps not yet。
As I am touching on mystical subjects； probably for the last time； I will instance here a series of imaginings which developed themselves in my mind at intervals over a period of several months early in the present year。 I noted them down at the time and； except for an addendum to No。 4； give them without alteration； as I think it best not to interfere with the original words； on which； perhaps unconsciously； I might attempt to improve。 Indeed it would be easy to make a story out of each of these mind…pictures。 At the head of them I have stated the alternative explanations which occur to me。 Personally I favour — indeed I might almost say that I accept — the last。
Only then the question will arise as to whether it is possible for us to imagine anything that has not； somewhere in this great universe whereof we only know the fring