The Pleasures of Pain.
Solving puzzles takes a certain degree of patience and stamina, not to mention an intimate relationship with pain - the kind that provokes interminable headaches and ostracizes anyone who attempts to interrupt. And once you establish a rapport with your puzzle of preference - be it the Sunday morning NY Times crossword ritual or sudoku showdown that differentiates men from boys - there's no turning back. And then there's everyone else, whose competitive streak and determination to find the right number/word/combination is channeled into calmer virtues, like music/literature/dexter/strollsalongbeaches, to which the rest of us will gladly join once we're done with our puzzles. Until then, ringer off, door closed, pencil sharpened; let the pains begin. Enjoy!
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