Everything I said he agreed with, which was trying, and his flute playing would make the deaf wince, but I think the real problem with Hyacinth was that he reminded me of myself. He read poetry. He flinched at loud noises. In addition to having no musical skills, he had no martial skills. He avoided any situation that might require physical effort on his part. Seeing him, I found it no wonder that my father despised me.
E sophia den metadidetai. E sophia pou enas sophos anthropos apopeiratai na metadosei panta akougetai san khazomara se kapoion allon... E gnose mporei na epikoinonethei, alla okhi e sophia. Mporei kapoios na ten brei, na te zesei, na kanei thaumata meso autes, alla den mporei na ten epikoinonesei kai na te didaxei.