— Stanislav Szukalski
When I was twenty-two years old, living close to the University of Chicago, on 57th Street and Jackson Park, I received a letter from Mrs. Moody, the widow of the founder of the Moody Institute of Bible Interpretations. I was startled, since theological matters were a sphere of speculation I refrained from being involved with, having been brought up in Poland where religiosity stifles the very breath of Polonism, which for me took the place of any other concern whatsoever.
Receiving my affirmation to her question if I knew who Tagore was, she informed me that he was eager to meet me, and would I therefore come to dinner on a certain evening? I eagerly accepted the invitation.