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Type: Author Born: 240 Death: 320 |
My parents signed me up for classical guitar lessons, which made for two years of the most depressing Wednesday evenings.
There is a lovable quality about the actual tools. One feels so kindly to the thing that enables the hand to obey the brain. Moreover, one feels a good deal of respect for it; without it the brain and the hand would be helpless.

