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“As a twelve-year-old, Boris Spassky gained the nickname Little Scoundrel. At the Russian Junior Championship in Zelenogorsk near Leningrad, Moscow juniors proposed blitz matches to Boris. The loser would buy a bottle of lemonade. They conspired and all lost to him. After an hour, five bottles of lemonade stood in front of Boris. “Now drink!” They surrounded him, blocking his escape. They were bigger than him. “Drink it all! Come on, now!” Scared, Boris drank, but after the second bottle, he had had enough. They didn’t let up. After the third, he vomited. Only then did they leave him alone.”

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“Sono sovraccarico di tensione, irritato ed irritabile. Con le persone, con gli oggetti. Il pensiero più disturbante? Che sia stato io stesso ad alimentare qualcosa che forse non c’era. Ora sicuramente quel coltello che mi scava dentro non è più un illusione. Gli occhi e le orecchie invisibili a cui è affidata la mia persona non avranno mancato di tradurre i miei nuovi atteggiamenti in paragrafi e capitoli, corredati di suggerimenti e domande, a dubbi legati alla mia affidabilità ed efficienza. Un giorno non mi spiacerebbe avere accesso ai rapporti compilati e incasellati a mio nome. Avrei l’occasione di leggere il diario segreto che qualcuno ha scritto su di me.”