Here’s what George Bernard Shaw wrote to the then-nineteen year old violin virtuoso Jascha Heifetz after one of his concerts in London:
“My dear Heifetz,
Your concert filled me and my wife with apprehension. If you challenge a jealous Godhead with such superhumanly perfect playing, you will die young. I earnestly advise you to play something badly each night before going to bed, instead of saying your prayers. No mere mortal should have the audacity to play so immaculately.
G. Bernard Shaw”
How I wish I could have been in the audience that night!