Antonin Dvorák was son of the village butcher in a small town in Bohemia. He was supposed to take over the family business but when he was sent off to school at age 11, he showed a lot more promise as a violist.

I think he looks more like the guy behind the counter in a butcher shop than a violist – or composer. This is in no way a negative comment on his appearance, it’s just that he was a tough-lookin’ guy who made a livin’ the hard way.

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