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Gibran Khalil Gibran- The Madman
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Book title: The MadmanAuthor: Gibran Khalil GibranTale: "How I Became a Madman"Read by: ARTemis__________HOW I BECAME A MADMANYou ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long beforemany gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were sto-len -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives -- I ran masklessthrough the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “Heis a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face forthe first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soulwas inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if ina trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”Thus I became a madman.And I have
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Book title: The MadmanAuthor: Gibran Khalil GibranTale: "How I Became a Madman"Read by: ARTemis__________HOW I BECAME A MADMANYou ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long beforemany gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were sto-len -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives -- I ran masklessthrough the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “Heis a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face forthe first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soulwas inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if ina trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”Thus I became a madman.And I have
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