This picture shows my father (right) in his violinistic youth. Yet it is the viola which earned him the only reprimand for being overqualified.

That happened when he took part in a string quartet performance during a party at the conservatory in Reykjavik. That quartet was made up teachers who in their youth had played a secondary instrument Without striving for excessive eloquence, he seems to have wound up in a class by himself on that occasion.
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