I've never worked quite as hard as I did this year. I've rarely been as perceptive, supple or persistent. Nor have I've ever achieved quite as little. Defeat is thence not a measure of effort. It is rather a function of inspiration, multiplied by exertion and support and then subtracted by ineffectiveness and context as elevated by backstabbing. Unfortunately, at the moment, second part of my equation seems to be the greater one.