gennan wrote:why it says more about me than A0
your question opens up a can of worms so deep it makes Alfie's iceberg look like a pimple.
but it's such an important question - so important that schoolteachers of English and History and Politics and and and should maybe spend more time on it than telling us how to solve quadratic equations, or funny things about Pi.
Like all natural languages, English is so elliptical that anything anyone says could mean just about anything, and when reading or listening what one sees or hears is more a function of oneself than the other party, let alone what they say, which invariably isn't what they mean anyway...
Which all goes to prove that Watson was a complete waste of time and could end up doing real damage if they let it loose in doctor's offices -
- Because, to make sense of anything, you have to infer what it could mean, just as Alf has to infer, not what opp means, but how to kill him/her regardless of what they say next.
So, to me, the word
afford means a luxury - something you don't need. I can't afford not to breathe, but i can afford to smoke (except i can't, because it's killing me, but that's another story).
i read the phrase: "[Alfie] can afford patience" as suggestive that the speaker (in this case, you) imagines that patience is a luxury; that patient play is luxuriously lazy, as your followup suggests.
that suggests to me that when you play Go yourself, you feel you don't have the luxury of patience, because you are flat out firefighting all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that are flying at you from the other side of the board - or, perhaps, too busy flinging them yourself.
Or both.
I just finished a game in which my (as i fondly like to think of it) ordinary patience was briefly set aside, when a bully descent opportunity turned up and i felt frivolous enough to turn from Jekyll to Hyde just for fun.
So now there were two Hydes in the ring, both flailing about like whirling dervishes.
i quickly returned to my normal self, but Hyde White didn't change his spots, and it went on, and on, and on.
my confidence surged with each nonsense and my grin became broader than the Cheshire Cat's.
Until the end, when - and i hadn't even known it, not until they told me - that the score was
Hyde 1, Jekyll less than nothing.
Jesus wept, i never will understand this game.
But back to you, and patience.
Whereas all the books i read back in the Dark Ages extolled the virtues of patience in the Protracted Game, which more than anything caught my imagination and my fancy - to me, it is the whole appeal of Go, that here is a game in which patience is clearly not just an asset, but a vital platform on which to stand.
Unfortunately, whereas i can relish and applaud the patience of Alfie0 - and laugh at the impatience of Alfie Master - although i have patience when playing, it doesn't get me anywhere; maybe i have too much of it, neglecting the present because i only have eyes for the future, not seeing that i'm falling off a cliff until i actually hit the ground.
Just a minute! this is supposed to be about you, not about me. Sorry.
Enough about me - let's talk about you; what do you think of me?
So,..., if you feel patience is something only the rich can afford, maybe that implies you're missing the bigger picture.
Or i am - but like i said, this is not about me, it's about you.
PS. in this next game, black bided his time patiently, waiting for an opportunity, whilst white tried one trick after another. Although black's opportunity never came (white was too canny for that), black did much better than in the previous one, even though still lost. Any suggestions? (perhaps in another thread, so as to not drag this one off-topic).
Go keeps me off the streets, but my hedonistic patience at it doesn't make me virtuous (Eudaiamonia or however you spell it [a rough diamond?]):
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.
Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,