If I had a music teacher, s/he would have told me that the older one gets, the more difficult s/he would find it to learn a musical instruments. “The fingers, my child”, the music teacher would have told me in a gruff voice, “are too set in their own ways; it is difficult to make them bend and weave when they have already become so stubborn.”
My music teacher would (obviously) be part-Yoda.
This shit totally cracked me up.
For every two words spoken, a hundred die a silent death.