Most disconcertingly wonderful, thanks for the link but disturbing as an experience nonetheless for Carlsen looks a lot like my Brotherheart who happens to love chess and used to bring me to play it which I sometimes tried to do just to please and be with him but it only ended with reproach: "you don't really care about losing your figure" which is true in both that sense and the other one Carlsen denies doing either (as a football player) simply saying "fair enough" about not being God-sent, in his humble opinion. I did have to look away to imagine the leg shake and concentrate on what Carlsen said. My brother had to get himself his first chess computer, poor boy, from being tired of his ignorant sisters (our brunette one couldn't be bothered either, probably because Indians from the Wild West did not come into it or onto the board) but soon tired of its limits and built himself another, better one then programmed some more, which is basically what he still does except play EVE, I suspect. He only got good at programming thanks to me, or us, of course, by way of understanding that not every head works the same way and being capable of thinking himself into the position (if you'll excuse yet another boringly blonde pun) of The Other, a rarer meatspace conclusion (not to say "gift") than one would perhaps wish. He also has more money than I do so I can see clearly where I went wrong and that not even in a vintage F1-Ferrari though I'd prefer a skyblue Jaguar (XK 120) anytime. I hate human drama too, did I mention that?