So a few weeks ago I was having a glass of wine at a new bar, the bar inside this Indian restaurant downtown, and I struck up a conversation with the guy next to me, a (Lebanese) engineer in town for work.
We talked a bit about the Boston bombings - the TVs in the bar area had constant coverage - then we talked about the city (which he likes) and religion (which I study).
It turns out that the guy *loves* Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet", but he admitted that that was esp. a Lebanese thing. At his wedding, even, his best man had to improvise most of his speech, since the speaker right before him had chosen the same quote as his topic.
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