Analogized to musical prowess.
Main character is Salieri, who despite being enormously popular as a composer in Vienna concedes that he could never be as good as Mozart. He imagines Mozart to be some erudite, dignified nobleman with complete ascetic devotion to his craft, but then discovers fucks around with women, barely tries, and still music-mogs Salieri in every way possible
Salieri could try as hard as he wanted but still never get close to Mozart's effortless superiority. Genes always win in the end, though I'm sure everyone here knows that.
Main character is Salieri, who despite being enormously popular as a composer in Vienna concedes that he could never be as good as Mozart. He imagines Mozart to be some erudite, dignified nobleman with complete ascetic devotion to his craft, but then discovers fucks around with women, barely tries, and still music-mogs Salieri in every way possible
Salieri could try as hard as he wanted but still never get close to Mozart's effortless superiority. Genes always win in the end, though I'm sure everyone here knows that.
