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All of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision
I think I did something wrong with this quiz, because it did not yield up to me any sort of HTML code: thus making it a little difficult to post the results. But if you want to find out Which Classical Composer You Are, go here. And apparently I'm Beethoven.
You are:
Ludwig van Beethoven
Bizarre and eccentric, he considered himself a supremely great genius, and was not mistaken. He turned music upside-down and blew all the powdered wigs out of the concert hall, even though he was deaf.
Other than the deaf bit, that doesn't sound bad at all . . .
[edited 2005-05-10 15:19]
I am a New Romantic!
I think this means I am now honor-bound to wear a velvet frock coat, live in a garret, possibly drink too much and certainly die young, of either tuberculosis, syphilis, or getting shot by my best friend in a duel over a woman, which we both know is direly stupid and challenge each other to anyway. (Ainz reminds me: "Don't forget to disappear for several years to a foreign land, where you throw in your lot with the locals in a civil war and are ultimately hospitalized for diptheria, returning to your homeland only after a lengthy convalescence during which you are nursed back to health by an exotically beautiful woman with a dark secret, whom you marry. Or you could just be jailed for several years for sexual acts of an obscene nature.")
I think I'm good for most of that.
You are:
Ludwig van Beethoven
Bizarre and eccentric, he considered himself a supremely great genius, and was not mistaken. He turned music upside-down and blew all the powdered wigs out of the concert hall, even though he was deaf.
Other than the deaf bit, that doesn't sound bad at all . . .
[edited 2005-05-10 15:19]
I am a New Romantic!
I think this means I am now honor-bound to wear a velvet frock coat, live in a garret, possibly drink too much and certainly die young, of either tuberculosis, syphilis, or getting shot by my best friend in a duel over a woman, which we both know is direly stupid and challenge each other to anyway. (Ainz reminds me: "Don't forget to disappear for several years to a foreign land, where you throw in your lot with the locals in a civil war and are ultimately hospitalized for diptheria, returning to your homeland only after a lengthy convalescence during which you are nursed back to health by an exotically beautiful woman with a dark secret, whom you marry. Or you could just be jailed for several years for sexual acts of an obscene nature.")
I think I'm good for most of that.