Date: 2009-08-23 10:25 pm (UTC)
"Our game," Molokov murmured, his expression lightening as he contemplated the moves to be made. It was only a fool who thought the game was happening on the chessboard. No, the real game, the only game was played between countries, with people as the pieces.

"We are... agreed on the course we must take?"
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

The Crazy Wheel

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