So they tell you, you are “Beethoven”, you re-create the magic of 9th on the piano….you are closest thing post Jesus, that is “divine”.
You reach home and stand in front of the bath mirror with a tooth brush and some paste on it. You are still struggling to clean your teeth well enough, you never really learnt it, though a tiny growing child gets that joke, pretty much, by the time she is 3 years old.
Hubris on one hand, dyslexia on another. The joke is in both your hands :-) quite literally.
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