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!" -- Anything worth doing is worth doing well. --

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