| W: You seek a false verification, Black. The sensation of correctness you derive from your pride is merely an effect of the affinity you have for sickness until it ruins you. |
| B: The only ruin I have found is the thriving empire of my conscious existence! Whatever faults I experience in the maintenance of my triumph are only little nuisances on my path to even greater success! Recognize, Mr. White, the upright stature of nature itself! |
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