As hard as that was I had to let him do it. And then when he was booted -- his flaws undeiably manifest to the Proprieter of the works, I did return.
And made shyte sing. For the Proprieter and his crews had come to love the smell of shyte. Still, it had to syng, and so I made that mess a full three act opera, and in outwardness it sang like a Diva.
So it was with Mozart too, and many a gifted person -- that the dreck and mire must be helped to sing beautifully, and without that the forces of destruction have their play.