If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?

How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?

The world demands I make good choices on no information, and then blames my maidenhood for my mistakes, as if my maidenhood were responsible for my ignorance. Ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be. And I do not like feeling stupid.

Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.

It's an ancient and honorable term for the final step in any engineering project. Turn it on, see if it smokes.

I began my writing career in a very isolated place and time.

If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?