Bedros Afeyan
Might as well ask: So you want to be an adult male Armenian? For which of us
can escape the challenge of being a gregarious host, master of ceremonies,
Johnny on the spot entertainer, when called upon by tradition, dates and events,
relatives and loved ones, demanding a prolonged chain, seemingly endless, of
self-avoiding, lyrical toasts, a troubadour’s troubled soul spilled forth with
slicked back wine, cognac, whiskey, glass half full, half empty, tug of war,
that is ours to bear for millennia, if not more?
