The Whiner is loud. His voice resonates outward in deep concentric circles, alternating between themes. Each is subtly different. Each grasping at the impossible goal of euclidean perfection.
Contrast that to the winner, who scribbles his thoughts ever deeper into the depths of his mind, waiting to strike gold before a word is unleashed. He is always nitpicking, he is always proud. His mind can't be quiet, but he is never loud.