"There's a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church everyday and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, "Dear saint-please, please, please...give me the grace to win the lottery." This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue comes to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust, "My son-please, please, please...buy a ticket."
Elizabeth Gilbert, "Eat, Pray, Love"
Não preciso de acrescentar mais nada, pois não?