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Jan. 25th, 2007 12:07 pmI'm watching Searching for Bobby Fischer. I cringed as the first few notes of poignant-movie-about-kid music floated from the screen. But I have been grabbed by the metaphorical balls by the click-click, click-click of fast play - which I remember as the clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk of plastic pieces on cardboard from the high school chess club. (When I got to uni I tried to play with a clock and couldn't.)
I miss it.
I miss it.