That very tune reminded me of my adolescence.

Of course all this business reminded me of many other similar situations.

His name was Raja, and he had kind, twinkly hazel eyes and warm expressive hands that reminded me of my father.

But remember me when it will be well with you, and please show kindness to me, and make mention of me to Pharaoh, and bring me out of this house.

But think on me when it shall be well with thee, and shew kindness, I pray thee, unto me, and make mention of me unto Pharaoh, and bring me out of this house

My alma mater, MIT, and I had this moment a kind of M. Night Shayamalan moment where I thought, Whoa! I have to do this.

And then there was the language, the rhythmic cadence of it, reminding me of evenings spent listening to Bedouin elders recite hours long narrative poems entirely from memory.

I was reminded of that recently, by a woman who walked past the table I was sitting at, just staring at me as she walked past. She was in her 70s, looked like she had a kind face. I thought nothing of it until I saw from the corner of my eye she was walking from the opposite direction, also just staring at me. And so I said, How do you do?