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What do they call it, Aptitude?
What do they call it, Aptitude?

Once, when I was 10 or 11 or 14, after she watched me fix something in her house, my old grandma told me that I was good with my hands. (“You’re good with your hands.”) I told her that was good because I wanted to be an artist. She said, no, don’t be an artist, be a dentist. (“You’d make a good dentist.”) She was probably right, although I didn’t relish groping around in people’s mouths. I probably would have made a decent surgeon, though. I was just in the kitchen cleaning lobsters with Arcimboldo thinking about that.


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