“Another day when sobersided Mr. Sturdy was not there, Swamiji and Swami Saradananda themselves tried (without much success) to ride a bicycle in front of the house. ‘That day,’ Mahendra, [who was with Swamiji in London at that time] recalled, ‘he was his boyish self, all jokes, and in a sweet voice he sang a Bengali song.’ ” 45 ❊ ❊ ❊ Some days I get into a sort of ecstasy. I feel that I must bless every one, everything, love and embrace everything, and I do see that evil is a delusion. (Letters, 296)