Book: Harry Potter and the methods of rationality. Page 3

If you so much care about the opinion of other people, and you feel unhappy whenever they thought about you not match your own, then you're doomed to be unhappy always. Because no one ever thinks about us the way that we do.

- That is, if I understand correctly, ' said Harry, when Ron's explanation (with associated hand gestures) was nearing completion, - catches the Snitch gets one hundred fifty points?
Yes...
- How many desjatinogih goals are usually scored by the team excluding Snitch?
- Uh, fifteen or twenty in professional games-level.
- Kind of stupid. This violates all possible principles of creating games. In the rest of the rules like anything, the sport as sport, but here is the Snitch, which is said to almost always brings the team more points than all other team members, and thus determines the outcome of the match... Two catcher fly on the field, almost not interacting with other players, and each of them hopes that he'll be lucky to see the Snitch first.
- It's not luck! protested Ron. - It is necessary that your eyes move in a special way...
- There is no interaction with other players. Is it really so fun to watch someone expertly moving her eyes? And when one of the hunters finally manage to catch the Snitch, he devalues the work done by other players. It looked like they took a normal game and added a meaningless position that someone could be the Most Important Player, without delving into the essence and not participating in the overall process. Who was the first catcher? The Prince is an idiot who wanted to play Quidditch but couldn't learn the rules?

(What was it? asked his brain.)
(We teleported, explained Harry.)
(Evolution I not prepared to do this - complained to the brain and disoriented him.)

Nobody wants to spend the rest of his life in maslowska city, if once saw the night sky over Hogwarts.

His father sat in the living room and read a book on higher mathematics to show how smart he is the husband, and the mother was cooking in the kitchen one of the favorite dishes of my father to show how she is a loving wife.

- Magic.
- Magic for this is not enough. It needs to be God!
McGonagall blinked:
- So I still have no called.

Of course, it's my fault. Here there is nobody to bear for any responsibility.

You turned into a cat! In a SMALL cat! You broke the law of conservation of energy!

- Director, - wearily said Harry. - I know it's not very good sound, but in all seriousness declare: I'm not evil, I'm just very creative thinking...

To go crazy - so tasteful.