And now that I do I can rightfully say that getting 13 years of my life wasted on that nonsense is quite infuriating.
Anyway, I read a book from A to Z I guess, for the first time in ages. I mean if you gift one, make sure that you’ve read it yourself right. I mean you don’t need to; I think none of the books I got gifted in my life were actually read by the folk themselves. Especially not that one chess book. But I personally kinda prefer to have read the thing beforehand, because there’s really a lot of boring crap out there in Holy Barfland.
It was a very famous book (De aanslag/the assault), that’s all I knew, by a very famous Dutch author (Harry Mulisch). Well.
The only thing I can say is: Why on earth did you waste another decade on ridiculing me as part of a psychiatric delusion and the hobbies of a bunch of medics, scientists, moral hazards, and computer freaks?
Now come and try to explain it to me.
