I remember as a child, we would go at Christmas to see my grandparents.
And I would witness-- you know, we were coming from England, the most reserved country on Earth, and we were going to Jamaica, one of the more extroverted countries on Earth.
And I remember as a kid, like, I would just be so perplexed.
I would see my uncle, like, you know, at the gas station shouting at the-- someone who worked at the gas station.
And, you know, it would turn out later they were friends.
I was like, "You just were yelling at them." What is going on?" I mean, this little, like, totally perplexed six-year-old, you know, kind of wondering, "Why are you yelling at this person who's your friend?" - It's, like, no, it's just Jamaica.
- Exactly.
A love of the hyperbolic.
In a word, Malcolm Gladwell is... A very quiet mystery which I would like to unravel.
He's the kind of person you can just have a conversation for, like, three or four hours.
