“An hour’s history of two minds is well told in a game of chess.” — José Raul Capablanca
José! Your mind of lofty, lucid flow, Reputed justly for its logic strong; In every case, the course correct to know; But then that day, your plan, it was quite wrong. Full well you knew an idle pawn is vain; You knew, and surely others must have told, A knight in distant corner keeps no gain; But knowing that, the fatal plan took hold. Too wandering way, too puttering on the path; Too little eye toward the gathering storm; Too little care to cold and crushing math; And so a spirit sank to Soviet form. An hour or two upon that game you spent, By which a light on all of life was lent.
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