By Kiki Keane
A few days ago, I bought a biography of Sir Richard Francis Burton. I’ve read several biographies on the man. I have loved him, respected him, admired him and wanted to be him since I was ten. I spent many sleepless childhood nights wishing and dreaming that I could be brave and adventurous just like him. My fingers would dance along the classroom globe, tracing the routes of his adventures. As a child, I thrilled at his adventures and exploits. Later, I learned to respect and admire his scholarly contributions.
It has been a long time since I’ve thought about him. I wasn’t looking for the book or anything like it. I just happened to notice it as I walked by. It’s been nice to visiting an old friend…
In case anyone is interested in the book, it’s called: Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton: The Secret Agent Who Made the Pilgrimage to Mecca, Discovered the Kama Sutra, And Brought the Arabian Nights to the West, by Edward Rice. Don’t take this a recommendation.