help bot wrote:
Sam, you are living in the Dark Ages. Women are not some sort of
commodity to be traded or auctioned off -- except perhaps in your
twisted little mind.

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Here, for instance, is an example of how mucked-up your thinking can
sometimes be, even when sex is *not* involved (which is quite rare, I
know):

"My games are almost never draws, so any odds involving draws cannot
be
considered. However, a good match might be a three game match. The
deal would be that I only have to score one win or two draws in the
three games to win the match."

Note how, *immediately* after insisting that odds "involving" draws
cannot even be considered, you go on to -- yes -- consider such odds,
yourself! If you can't think any clearer than this, you really must
consider joining the Revolving Dittohead Club; they need someone with
your rare talents to lead them.


-- help bot

Sam does not live in the dark ages. Sam lives in a parallel dimension
that only he inhabits. Occasionally that dimension intersects with the
one that the rest of us inhabit, at which times Sam seems almost
rational. The rest of the time, Sam is in his own little universe.

When I met Sam last summer, I was amazed at how oblivious he is. I do
not think that he had the slightest idea why anyone should object to
his conduct or his character. He chatted amiably with everyone as he
would with any fellow chess player. I am sure Sam has no idea why he
and Eade are no longer buddies.

I think this contributed to Bill's downfall. Bill is not someone who
normally uses animosity as motivation at the chess board, and Sam was
the wrong person to start with.