Once

  a violinist who had made his mark by winning the Menuhin competition at

  age 12, was loaned a Golden-Age Stradivarius by a museum. On the day of

  the first concerto with it he walked onto the concert halls floor and

  played exceptionally well; When it was done, he was going to a party to

  celebrate; Though mid-performance he tripped on a rouge shoelace and

  landed on his violin.

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  He

  payed hundreds of thousands to get it fixed, though it was no use; The

  legendary sound was lost. The museum seeked financial consequences and

  his spirits were crushed. He applied for another and sent the lengthy

  letter off to its destination, but the guilt was too great, and with his

  grandfather’s revolver he killed himself.

  The next day the museum sent him a letter of denial.