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nu, kad cilvēks kaut ko sāk darīt un sajūt, ka izdodas vai var to darīt, tad izstrādājas tāds hormons, nezinu kāds, kas liek gribēt vēl. tā kā sportistiem - cīņasspars u.tml. tad kad viņi sajūt spēli, tad it kā viņi pārnestā nozīmē sajūt asiņu garšu, kā haizivis jūrā.

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   "This is a place where the dying come in hopes of winning life. We don't get many immortals."
   "I seek a different prize," the Immortal said.
   "Yes?" I prompted.
   "Death," he told me."Life. Death. Life."
   "Two different things," I said. "Opposites. Enemies."
   "No," said the Immortal. "They are the same."