De derde ronde..
After yesterday’s defeat I punished myself with snert and The Unexpected Journey of The Hobbit. And today not a musical choice afterwards, but one at forehand. To fill the lack of agression I had yesterday I drilled my thougths with this:
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
Swing your razor wide, Sweeney!
Hold it to the skies.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
Snow isolated Wijk aan Zee from the rest of the world. Which isn’t that hard, it’s pretty isolated already. With the giant steelfactory as a neighbour you do not need a lot of fantasy to think that you are on the boundery’s of Mordor.. and on the board I tricked my opponent. I’m not proud of it. The trick gave me a piece and I managed to keep the advantage. Not very well played, but it looks like I’m back on track..
