Over the past five years, I have noticed a distinct decline in my hearing ability. When there is background noise especially, I cannot accurately make out what is being said by someone even just a few feet away from me.
I have seen a specialist, and he has confirmed a hearing impairment. However, it is not so bad as to require any kind of hearing aid. Instead, I just have to look the part of an idiot when I need to ask people to repeat themselves three or four times.
Alas, at least Beethoven could hear the symphony in his head well enough to put it to paper. Even while I hear yet, I cannot write even a ditty worthy of an Enzyte commercial (by the way, how's it working, Biobandit?).
Now when I hear fate knocking at the beginning of Beethoven's fifth, it takes on a whole new meaning. I fear that I am destined to bid adieu to music; decir vaya con dios a el sonido de mis ninos.
In the end, I will have no Ode to Joy of my own.
I say again, alas.