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He had distinctly seen, while I was playing my variations, the devil at my elbow, directing my arm and guiding my bow. My resemblance to the devil was a proof of my origin.
From the autobiography of Niccolò Paganini
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny’s feet.
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again.
I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I’m the best there’s ever been.”
Charlie Daniels, The Devil Went Down to Georgia (more…)