He was the best chess player the world had ever seen. Never lost in ten years; he could almost see entire games ahead.
Rich, famous, and seemingly bored, he was offered to run for Senate. "Why not?", he said. An afterthought, a game.
But I know better.
He once told me he had never cared for chess.
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Brevity is the width of soul.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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