Spitting at the Sun by Spitting at the Sun

If I die of a lingering illness, nay even by as much as a boil or a pimple, it will be your duty to proclaim to the world, even at the risk of making people angry with you, that I was not the man that I claimed to be. If you do that it will give my spirit peace. Note down this also that if some one were to end my life by putting a bullet through me as someone tried to do with a bomb the other day and I met his bullet without a groan, and breathed my last taking God’s name, then alone would I have made good my claim.
—Gandhi