Date: 2011-02-07 10:28 pm (UTC)
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"The power. It got to you." Freddie's voice had grown quiet. The more he listened, the more he hated to admit that he understood. There was chess and then there was everything else that went with it. There was the money and the fame and the rivalry and even Florence. They all got in the way of the only thing that was right. Chess. He'd been there after all. And then he'd quit, been beaten, and...

And maybe he hadn't changed as much as he tried to make it seem.
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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 Past Players

The Crazy Wheel

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