Saturday, March 21, 2009
Eat Pray Love p. 176
There's a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, "Dear saint - please, please, please ... give me the grace to win the lottery." This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue comes to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust, "My son - please, please, please ... buy a ticket.
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i'm about to read this book.
ReplyDeleteyou've just made me more excited to do so.
miss you, laura loo. :)
This is my dad's favorite joke, with the minor adjustment of the saint being God. Dad and I were sitting at Billy Miner's on a daddy-daughter, dinner-and-beer date last semester (yes, we are that cool) and he was laughing so hard he could barely spit it out. Hope you're still enjoying Eat, Pray, Love! I'd love to chat about it/everything in life soon. Yes, let's.
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