
Hij dacht na, probeerde van alles en nog wat, maar kon de
oplossing niet vinden. Omdat het zijn eer als schaakmeester te na was niet een
driezet te kunnen oplossen, verdiepte hij zich steeds meer in de toch wel
ingewikkelde stelling en toen hij zo uren en uren had doorgebracht, dook de
bekende weer op. Die wierp een blik op de stelling en zei toen: “Ach, sorry, op
h3 moet nog een toren staan, die heb ik helemaal vergeten”.
Vanaf die dag lost Lee geen schaakproblemen meer op.


Bovenstaande Anekdotes verschenen ook in de regiokrant BuurContact van vrijdag 8 april 2016.
Terzijde:
The Monkey's Paw
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Terzijde:
The Monkey's Paw
Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly by the fire.
"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.
"I'm listening," said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. "Check."
"I should hardly think that he'd come to-night," said his father, with his hand poised over the board.
"Mate," replied the son.
"That's the worst of living so far out," bawled Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses on the road are let, they think it doesn't matter."
"Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next one."
Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.
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W.W. Jacobs |
Hierboven het begin van het beroemde griezelverhaal The Monkey's Paw van W.W. Jacobs (1863-1943). Voor wie het nog niet kent: het is in zijn geheel HIER online te lezen. Ook het eveneens via deze link te lezen verhaal The Well is de moeite waard, alleen speelt het schaakspel er geen rol in, wat natuurlijk te betreuren valt.
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