I learned yesterday that Chopin died when he was 39, of pulmonary tubucolosis, after a “turbulent relationship” lasted for ten years.

When I told this to Y, she commented that it seems like many artists died young. I said true. This seems to be typical.

We had this conversation when Chopin was playing. This is part of the early education program for X.

It was a picture perfect homey scene yesterday afternoon. Clean airy cool house, beatiful baby X sat on the floor, satisfied after a good feeding of banana goo, Chopin playing, X listens and stares at the stereo.

I talked about Chopin and his young death with Don later. He tried to determine whether there is a statistical correlation between genius composer and young death. Chopin, died young; Bach, old; Handel, old, Mozart, young; Beethovan, middle aged. He concluded that with these five data points, we have a double-peak curve. It is not true that genius composer died young. I stared at him with amazement. There is really no subject that he couldn’t extrapolate into a large thesis.

The subject of music came out as important after X showed trace of genius at day five by being excalated by Arial’s music.

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