It being one of the skillsets requisite to the Compleat Gentleman—and spurred by the acquisition of a free game pre-installed on our new PC—I am endeavoring, at this late stage, to learn the rudiments of chess. Last night, after fifteen losses in fifteen games, a first; with all manner of takebacks and cheats—and with my computerized opponent configured to perform with the acumen of a heavily-sedated orangutan—I managed a draw.
Paul Morphy's reputation is safe, I think.
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Beats gripping your bishop. Call your mother, would ya?
The middle brother
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