A trimmed beard, these days. At one point though, it used to be so bushy that I could put a pencil in it (below the chin) and the beard could support it.
The next person can sing at least one song fully in a foreign language.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)