Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

...he took a look at the blond girl's eyes and knew that he must not take part in the rigged game in which the ephemeral passes for the eternal and the small for the big, that he must not take part in the rigged game called love.

Dreaming is not merely an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself.