Life has few moments as exciting as going through the deck one time and getting a win in solitaire. It’s happened to me maybe six times in my life. But every time it’s something to swell up with pride about, kind of like getting a triple Ph.D or becoming pope. While those are pretty decent achievements, they don’t quite have the—what can I say—visceral thrill of turning one card after another and placing them with such skill and certainty and knowing a win is coming. As it starts to look like it’s going to happen, I slow down a little just to prolong the excitement. Then, finally, the “Bravo! You did it” pops up and I am elated for a couple of hours at least. Nothing like it.
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