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She named the store Friendship Books.
“Madame, this simulacrum bears an uncanny resemblance to my horse, Pixel,” Emily said. “She is the precise shade of azure.”
To depict her, Emily thought, I would require a great many circles. “Your eyes remind me of someone I used to know,” Emily observed.
“There are no perfect trades,”
O crystal heart, Unbeating lovely: Such Beauty Must have Consequence.
“A programmer is a diviner of possible outcomes, and a seer of unseen worlds.”
But my partner died, and now I detest my work, and I have been blue.
“What is meant by ‘partner’? Like a husband or a wife?” “Yes, of a sort.” “A helpmate?” “Yes.”
know I am an imperfect substitute for whoever you have lost. But we are both alone, and I think we could help each other. Sorrows can be shared, as easily as games of Go.” She reached for Emily’s hand, and she got down on one knee. “I would like to propose to you. Leave Foglands. Come to Verdant Valley.” “Do you mean marriage?” “It doesn’t have to have a name,” Daedalus said. “It can have a name if you want it to have a name.”
“It means a very long game of Go, played without stops.”
The most important thing is finding someone you wish to play with.
“And what is love, in the end?” Alabaster said. “Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else’s journey through life?”
“The boredom you speak of,” Alabaster said. “It is what most of us call happiness.”
EMILY MARKS DAEDALUS 1875–1909 SHE HATH DIED OF DYSENTERY.
Only the young have such high standards.
get back to the deadly serious business of making and playing games together.”
To build a world for someone seems a romantic thing from where I stand.” Dov shook his head. “Sam Masur, that fucked-up, romantic kid.”
dervish of selfishness, resentment, and insecurity?
art doesn’t typically get made by happy people.
She began to feel a tenderness toward Sam and even an empathy for him. He had built that game for her, but he must have built it for himself as well. How alone he must have felt after Marx’s death. How much of the business of running Unfair had she dropped in Sam’s lap? Sadie had never gone back to that office, and she had never thanked Sam either.
Sadie knew that she herself had not become a person until recently.
Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.
“Because I loved working with you better than I liked the idea of making love to you. Because true collaborators in this life are rare.”
elegant endgame.
You couldn’t be old and still be wrong about as many things as she’d been wrong about,
love you, Sadie,”
Ludo Sextus.
Game six (th)
He would know her handwriting anywhere.
