Recently, I've heard not a few doting parents paying, as though with
lemming-like willingness, two thousand dollars or more for their fledgling
chidren to take violin class. Most of these parents, not exaggerately, only
know this noble instrument with a rough idea shared by many: violin is
prohibitively expensive. Nonetheless, few are thus prohibited; nothing
daunted, they PAY.
Of course, they pay in the hope that it pays to. But their such
conviction is not at all well-founded. Think: does it really sound reasonable
for anyone to put much expectation upon the hoarse groan of a violin rookie?
Far from it; the ability to bear the din all day is already quite a feat, let
alone the absurd fantasy for it.
As I deduce, their irratonal craze lies in the snob value of violin, which
always shines dazzlingly bright. Once dazzled by this radiance, these pride-
dented parents plan in their mind for a long time to dazzle it back someday.
However, they seldom expect the aging self to accomplish their long-hoarded
thought, but mostly via a vicarious way-- that is, they look forward to
feeling the thrill to the full vicariously. And needless to say, their
all-thumbs children would make the best candidate for their grand dream.
Therefore, they've been waiting for one day their vanity could embody
itself, and light up with an ear-to-ear grin, which seems to claim loudly,"
Ahem! That brilliant violin player is none other than my son/ daughter!"
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