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- She looked back at them, unblinking, and she felt rising in her a hatred as black as night.
- Her mind was luminous, and her soul sang to her in the sweet moves of chess.
- The room was silent; she felt her own presence centered in it, small and solid and in command.
- She took it and opened it to the part on the Sicilian Defense. It was good to see the names of the variations again; the Levenfish, the Dragon, the Najdorf. They were like incantations in her head, or the names of saints.
- Her mind was as lucid as a perfect, stunning diamond.
- She was alone, and she liked it. It was the way she had learned everything important in her life.
- There had been a few times over the past year when she felt like this, with her mind not only dizzied but nearly terrified by the endlessness of chess.(...)feeling somehow that she might fall from a precipice, that sitting over the chessboard she had bought at Purcell’s in Kentucky, she was actually poised over an abyss, sustained there only by the bizarre mental equipment that had fitted her for this elegant and deadly game. On the board there was danger everywhere. A person could not rest.
- at the bottom of the street the blue ocean lay like a dream of possibility.
- A draw, however, was not a win. And the one thing in her life that she was sure she loved was a win.
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