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Consistency, consistency, my kingdom for consistency....
How is it that some days the pieces seem to move by
themselves? They glide, they pirouette, they are pure
poetry in motion .... and other days they shamble around
like drunks, mumbling incoherently "hey, I'm over here.
Come on take me. That's it, put me in check. Mate in
two.... just give me another drink."