Having already four treasured copies* of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, I didn’t need another — until I found this one at Goodwill. Behold its brief, but heartbreaking inscription:
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The book itself is from Alfred A. Knopf’s ninety-first printing, released in January 1973. It’s without marks, in fair but sturdy condition, and the back cover is ever-so-slightly bowed. I paid ninety-nine cents for it. In fact, if someone would like to have it, I will happily send it along to the first person who asks, with a note in my hand recording the date and place of purchase, and whatever else leaps into my head at the moment. I will even include something else in the package — my little chapbook of dreams, let us say: The Thing About Strawberries.
And if no one wants the book — you guessed it — I’ll keep it here, where it will become my fifth treasured copy....
* my mother’s, my grandmother’s, the one my mother bought in Canada many years ago and gave to me, and a slipcase edition I brought home a few months ago.
10.29.2010 #1 (recently acquired)