Chapter 1641 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

XII.

I think that were I _certain_ of success, I hardly could compose another line: So long I've battled either more or less, That no defeat can drive me from the Nine. This feeling 't is not easy to express, And yet 't is not affected, I opine. In play, there are two pleasures for your choosing-- The one is winning, and the other losing.