What a joy to see the monument before it has risen, and its marble enshrined. Here is the journey, the process, that which gets carved away.
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It's like you're goading me to comment here. Jeez. This is what's known as my "wheelhouse." Sadly, this is a sports metaphor, so I'm not sure you'll be too keen on it, Jez...
Don't tell me I don't know what a "wheelhouse" is. My great-grandfather, a little known Jewish tailor/All Yiddish baseball league superstar, invented the "wheelhouse."
WHEELHOUSE: In baseball this is the part of an individual's swinging range in which as a hitter they can make the best contact with the ball. If a pitch is right in your wheelhouse it is right where you want it, in the spot where you have the best chance of hitting it well.
The term is also often used to explain something that falls into a person's area of expertise.
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