I have known a vina-player, a very wonderful musician, who used to play his instrument for six and nine hours daily. But whenever he came into an assembly he became nervous, because the first thought that came to him was himself, and then all the impressions of the people present would fall upon him. Generally he would take his vina, cover it up and run away and with all his qualifications he never had a chance of being great. Self-confidence is a great thing, but forgetting oneself is greater still.