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So Owen was Linux Fan as I had long speculated. Owen Friedman! I now knew his full name. I felt the pressure released from me and breathed a sigh of relief. ... Actually, he had lost. He fared much worse than I in his business. I still remembered clearly and vividly his arrogance, his big ego, his rudeness and his bad temper in the argument five years ago; he thought he knew all the answers and was on top of the world. The debate was like a scar cut in my heart though time had healed the wound. At the moment, I was joyful I won over my foe and I had the final laugh. I had waited this moment for a long time. What should I tell him when we met in a moment? ... I would like to see his embarrassing and blunt expression. A winning joyfulness crept into my mind and enveloped me. .......... "...You are serious about whatever you do and pay great efforts to achieve supremacy. That is delightful, but this is a game. I imagine that you try to exalt this wonderful game into something akin to the way you run your ISP business. But the game remains a game and a game always has win and loss, victory and defeat." .......... |