After Richlieu, the arch rogue and secret tofu eater, dismissed the
obvious superiority of the best female player in France over all
current French players, Candide fled to Normandy en route to Brest,
and the secret Celtic Chess Schools there centered around Carnac and
it's stones, their symbols, their advanced opening theory... [inc.
tablebases of endings]
On the way she ... had experiences of an here understated lubricious
nature ... including a wayward advance from a loose monk plus that
from a minor Viscomt.
On arrival she was ushered into the reserve known only to chess
players, passing successfully through the 'Sicilian' maze, and thus to
the Tower itself, where, on the 4th etage, she was to make her realm
for years to come.
A realm overlooking the tidal flows of the estuary, [Freudians take
note], her consequent development was conducted by Priors and
Prioresses alike, in their outer senses and otherwise, until one day,
the very day before the ordeal and ceremony of mastership was granted,
including official uniform, medals, and underwear, an hooded figure
arrived at the tower one dark night wearing the three tulips, sign of
mastery of the order, [minimum Elo 1900] and who declaimed himself to
be a monsieur Victor Hugo, Master of the Gates of Prion.
Her interview with him was... after he had discarded his dripping coat
to the flagged floor, dismissed the servants for the night, then sat
himself with cognac beside the great fire in the great room,
significantly the only source of light there; its flicker alternately
aspecting his face as Maistro and Demon, both ...
to be continued...
Phil Innes
Offramp - 08 May 2009 08:02 GMT
On May 7, 10:17 pm, onech...@comcast.net wrote:
> the secret Celtic Chess Schools there centered around Carnac and
> it's stones,
Oh dear! Voltaire would have preferred "its".
madams - 08 May 2009 10:44 GMT
> On May 7, 10:17 pm, onech...@comcast.net wrote:
>
> > the secret Celtic Chess Schools there centered around Carnac and
> > it's stones,
>
> Oh dear! Voltaire would have preferred "its".
Not necessarily Alain dear chap!..
You see, when my rgc Voltarian project is completed I will be in the
forsooth invidium of determining whereso-however ein canooed dast
smashiclate ein rockie mountain funnel can travel over stones to
*landings* in der el-dorados of einen heroes, also, whether
notwithstanding versus not withstanding is the correct vernacular & that
therefore the hapless translator should be held to some pillory..
In this instance, & given that we're dealing with a work of some
acknowledged brilliance there is no need to piffle over the
miscegenation of an apostrophe in the all too common *its & nits* estate
- wouldn't you say so old chap?..
Whatever, rusticate your belongings, your chattels as such & be warned;
a time cometh sire where you will be ramified & cast howling into the
abyss of non-mews ownership & there-be rest thy pretension & lack of
pedigree..
m.