“Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end.”
(1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
I forget this, sometimes. My only new year’s resolution for 2012 is to remember.
“Not that the good guys are much better. Their leader, Churchill, appeared in a grand total of one episode before, where he was a bumbling general who suffered an embarrassing defeat to the Ottomans of all people in the Battle of Gallipoli. Now, all of a sudden, he’s not only Prime Minister, he’s not only a brilliant military commander, he’s not only the greatest orator of the twentieth century who can convince the British to keep going against all odds, he’s also a natural wit who is able to pull out hilarious one-liners practically on demand. I know he’s supposed to be the hero, but it’s not realistic unless you keep the guy at least vaguely human.”
(squid314, reviewing the old-school television series, World War II)
Around move 110 you can see the signature knife-fight for a large group of stones in order to clear a moyo by brute force; this is a common feature of my games against club opponents when I have sleepwalked through the opening. My osimato was weak, and the fight petered out in ignominy around move 162 with the connection to the lower-right group. Usually with these I lose the attacking forces and thence the game, but this time I managed to pull out at least the upper half.
In the end, white has a really large top-right corner and bottom territory, plus a chunky piece of the centre-left. The monkey-jump at move 184 was large, but not as large I think as the death of the top-right corner and the reduction of the bottom-left corner down to temporary seki. White by 41.
Here’s a game I played recently by correspondence:
As you can see, I managed a corner invasion in the top-left quite early. Both players left it alone, black assuming it could be killed easily, white assuming the unusual distance to the principal wall below meant it would live easily. In the end, it was a knife-fight for seki, which I lost due to the aji of the black triangle at the bottom centre.