Knowing well that with moves good or bad
The end will be always the same.
I know I must lose; but I play
Just the same as tho’ I might win,
And laugh, and make merry over good plays,
And over the bad ones I grin.
My opponent surrounds me about,
A dumb and inscrutable IT;
Without joy or pain at my losses or gain,
Making exact counter moves that all fit.