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Bs"d

IN PRAISE OF CHESS

I sometimes think that growing old must be like the end of a tiring day. You have worked hard, or played hard, toiled over the mountain under the burning sun, and now the evening has come and you sit at ease at the inn and ask for nothing but a pipe, a quiet talk, and so to bed. "And the morrow's uprising to deeds shall be sweet." You have had your fill of adventure for the day. The morning's passion for experience and possession is satisfied, and your ambitions have shrunk to the dimensions of an easy chair.
And so I think it is with that other evening when the late blackbird is fluting its last vesper song and the toys of the long day are put aside, and the plans of new conquests are waste-paper. I remember hearing Sir Edward Grey saying once how he looked forward to the time when he would burn all his Blue-books and mulch his rose-trees with the ashes. And Mr. Belloc has given us a very jolly picture of the way in which he is going to spend his evening:

If I ever become a rich man,
Or if ever I grow to be old,
I will build a house with deep thatch
To shelter me from the cold,
And there shall the Sussex songs be sung
And the story of Sussex told.
I will hold my house in the high woods
Within a walk of the sea,
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
Shall sit and drink with me.

There is Mr. Birrell, too, who, as I have remarked elsewhere, once said that when he retired he would take his modest savings into the country "and really read Boswell."

These are typical, I suppose, of the dreams that most of us cultivate about old age. I, too, look forward to a cottage under the high beech woods, to a well-thumbed Boswell, and to a garden where I shall mulch my rose-trees and watch the buds coming with as rich a satisfaction as any that the hot battle of the day has given me. But there is another thing I shall ask for. On the lower shelf of the bookcase, close to the Boswell, there will have to be a box of chessmen and a chessboard, and the men who were boys when I was a boy, and who come and sit with me, will be expected after supper to set out the chessmen as instinctively as they fill their pipes. And then for an hour, or it may be two, we shall enter into that rapturous realm where the knight prances and the bishop lurks with his shining sword and the rooks come crashing through in double file. The fire will sink and we shall not stir it, the clock will strike and we shall not hear it, the pipe will grow cold and we shall forget to relight it.

Blessed be the memory of him who gave the world this immortal game. For the price of a taxicab ride or a visit to the cinema, you may, thanks to that unknown benefactor, possess a world of illimitable adventures. When Alice passed through the Looking Glass into Wonderland, she did not more completely leave the common day behind than when you sit down before the chessboard with a stout foe before you and pass out into this magic realm of bloodless combat. I have heard unhappy people say that it is "dull." Dull, my dear sir or madam? Why, there is no excitement on this earth comparable with this kingly game. I have had moments at Lord's, I admit, and at the Oval. But here is a game which is all such moments, where you are up to the eyes in plots and ambuscades all the time, and the fellow in front of you is up to his eyes in them, too. What agonies as you watch his glance wandering over the board. Does he suspect that trap? Does he see the full meaning of that offer of the knight which seems so tempting?… His hand touches the wrong piece and your heart thumps a Te Deum. Is he?… yes … no … he pauses … he removes his hand from the piece … oh, heavens, his eye is wandering back to that critical pawn … ah, light is dawning on him … you see it illuminating his face as he bends over the board, you hear a murmur of revelation issuing from his lips … he is drawing back from the precipice … your ambuscade is in vain and now you must start plotting and scheming all over again.

Nay, say it is anything you like, but do not say it is dull. And do not, please, suggest that I am talking of it as an old man's game only. I have played it since I was a boy, forty years ago, and I cannot say at what age I have loved it best. It is a game for all ages, all seasons, all sexes, all climates, for summer evenings or winter nights, for land or for sea. It is the very water of Lethe for sorrow or disappointment, for there is no oblivion so profound as that which it offers for your solace. And what satisfaction is there comparable with a well-won "mate"? It is different from any other joy that games have to offer. There is a swift delight in a late "cut" or a ball that spread-eagles the other fellow's wicket; there is a delicate pleasure in a long jenny neatly negotiated, in a drive that sails straight from the tee towards the flag on the green, in a hard return that hits the back line of the tennis court. But a perfect "mate" irradiates the mind with the calm of indisputable things. It has the absoluteness of mathematics, and it gives you victory ennobled by the sense of intellectual struggle and stern justice. There are "mates" that linger in the memory like a sonnet of Keats.

It is medicine for the sick mind or the anxious spirit. We need a means of escape from the infinite, from the maze of this incalculable life, from the burden and the mystery of a world where all things "go contrairy," as Mrs. Gummidge used to say. Some people find the escape in novels that move faithfully to that happy ending which the tangled skein of life denies us. Some find it in hobbies where the mind is at peace in watching processes that are controllable and results that with patience are assured. But in the midst of this infinity I know no finite world so complete and satisfying as that I enter when I take down the chessmen and marshal my knights and squires on the chequered field. It is then I am truly happy. I have closed the door on the infinite and inexplicable and have come into a kingdom where justice reigns, where cause and effect follow "as the night the day," and where, come victory or come defeat, the sky is always clear and the joy unsullied.

Alpha of the Plough: pseudonym of the English journalist and writer Alfred George Gardiner (1865-1945).

https://tinyurl.com/immort-game

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On Tuesday, September 26, 2023 at 12:40:20 PM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> Bs"d
>
> IN PRAISE OF CHESS
>
> I sometimes think that growing old must be like the end of a tiring day. You have worked hard, or played hard, toiled over the mountain under the burning sun, and now the evening has come and you sit at ease at the inn and ask for nothing but a pipe, a quiet talk, and so to bed. "And the morrow's uprising to deeds shall be sweet." You have had your fill of adventure for the day. The morning's passion for experience and possession is satisfied, and your ambitions have shrunk to the dimensions of an easy chair.

In my personal experience, no. The author's last book was published at age sixty four, and he lived more than a decade longer,
so it may have worked that way for him.

For contrast see Sir Philip March in C. P. Snow's "The conscience of the rich" - a fictional character but based on a real one.

> And so I think it is with that other evening when the late blackbird is fluting its last vesper song and the toys of the long day are put aside, and the plans of new conquests are waste-paper. I remember hearing Sir Edward Grey saying once how he looked forward to the time when he would burn all his Blue-books and mulch his rose-trees with the ashes.

Blue books were sets of government documents. One of the reasons socialists like the Webbs were able to argue their
case effectively was that they actually read the blue books, unlike most government figures. Grey though, doubtless
read them all and they were not good reading. I don't get the impression that Grey liked politics or even government,
but felt it was his duty to help reform along.

And Mr. Belloc has given us a very jolly picture of the way in which he is going to spend his evening:
>
> If I ever become a rich man,
> Or if ever I grow to be old,
> I will build a house with deep thatch
> To shelter me from the cold,
> And there shall the Sussex songs be sung
> And the story of Sussex told.
> I will hold my house in the high woods
> Within a walk of the sea,
> And the men that were boys when I was a boy
> Shall sit and drink with me.

What are we to do with Mr Belloc? So independent of spirit, so talented, so comforting, so anti-semitic. Though he
did part company with the nazis on this. Which puts him either ahead of some contemporaries, or smart
enough to avoid a treason charge.

>
>
> There is Mr. Birrell, too, who, as I have remarked elsewhere, once said that when he retired he would take his modest savings into the country "and really read Boswell."

Another witty writer, but a more serious politician than Belloc, serving well in various important posts.

Reading Boswell sounds like a good idea, though but alas, he died in London..

>
> These are typical, I suppose, of the dreams that most of us cultivate about old age. I, too, look forward to a cottage under the high beech woods, to a well-thumbed Boswell, and to a garden where I shall mulch my rose-trees and watch the buds coming with as rich a satisfaction as any that the hot battle of the day has given me. But there is another thing I shall ask for. On the lower shelf of the bookcase, close to the Boswell, there will have to be a box of chessmen and a chessboard, and the men who were boys when I was a boy, and who come and sit with me, will be expected after supper to set out the chessmen as instinctively as they fill their pipes. And then for an hour, or it may be two, we shall enter into that rapturous realm where the knight prances and the bishop lurks with his shining sword and the rooks come crashing through in double file. The fire will sink and we shall not stir it, the clock will strike and we shall not hear it, the pipe will grow cold and we shall forget to relight it.

I can recall a television episode long ago, where old men were doing just that. In the show their club was bought out from under them,
and they were shown having a much better time playing ping-pong with teenagers. I am not a violent person, but...

>
> Blessed be the memory of him who gave the world this immortal game. For the price of a taxicab ride or a visit to the cinema, you may, thanks to that unknown benefactor, possess a world of illimitable adventures. When Alice passed through the Looking Glass into Wonderland, she did not more completely leave the common day behind than when you sit down before the chessboard with a stout foe before you and pass out into this magic realm of bloodless combat. I have heard unhappy people say that it is "dull." Dull, my dear sir or madam? Why, there is no excitement on this earth comparable with this kingly game. I have had moments at Lord's, I admit, and at the Oval. But here is a game which is all such moments, where you are up to the eyes in plots and ambuscades all the time, and the fellow in front of you is up to his eyes in them, too. What agonies as you watch his glance wandering over the board. Does he suspect that trap? Does he see the full meaning of that offer of the knight which seems so tempting?… His hand touches the wrong piece and your heart thumps a Te Deum. Is he?… yes … no … he pauses … he removes his hand from the piece … oh, heavens, his eye is wandering back to that critical pawn … ah, light is dawning on him … you see it illuminating his face as he bends over the board, you hear a murmur of revelation issuing from his lips … he is drawing back from the precipice … your ambuscade is in vain and now you must start plotting and scheming all over again.
>
> Nay, say it is anything you like, but do not say it is dull. And do not, please, suggest that I am talking of it as an old man's game only. I have played it since I was a boy, forty years ago, and I cannot say at what age I have loved it best. It is a game for all ages, all seasons, all sexes, all climates, for summer evenings or winter nights, for land or for sea. It is the very water of Lethe for sorrow or disappointment, for there is no oblivion so profound as that which it offers for your solace. And what satisfaction is there comparable with a well-won "mate"? It is different from any other joy that games have to offer. There is a swift delight in a late "cut" or a ball that spread-eagles the other fellow's wicket; there is a delicate pleasure in a long jenny neatly negotiated, in a drive that sails straight from the tee towards the flag on the green, in a hard return that hits the back line of the tennis court. But a perfect "mate" irradiates the mind with the calm of indisputable things. It has the absoluteness of mathematics, and it gives you victory ennobled by the sense of intellectual struggle and stern justice. There are "mates" that linger in the memory like a sonnet of Keats.
>
> It is medicine for the sick mind or the anxious spirit. We need a means of escape from the infinite, from the maze of this incalculable life, from the burden and the mystery of a world where all things "go contrairy," as Mrs. Gummidge used to say. Some people find the escape in novels that move faithfully to that happy ending which the tangled skein of life denies us. Some find it in hobbies where the mind is at peace in watching processes that are controllable and results that with patience are assured. But in the midst of this infinity I know no finite world so complete and satisfying as that I enter when I take down the chessmen and marshal my knights and squires on the chequered field. It is then I am truly happy. I have closed the door on the infinite and inexplicable and have come into a kingdom where justice reigns, where cause and effect follow "as the night the day," and where, come victory or come defeat, the sky is always clear and the joy unsullied.
>
> Alpha of the Plough: pseudonym of the English journalist and writer Alfred George Gardiner (1865-1945).

I think I need to read more of his work.

William Hyde

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 by: Eli Kesef - Wed, 27 Sep 2023 07:54 UTC

On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 12:37:17 AM UTC+3, William Hyde wrote:
> On Tuesday, September 26, 2023 at 12:40:20 PM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> > Bs"d
> >
> > IN PRAISE OF CHESS
> >
> > I sometimes think that growing old must be like the end of a tiring day.. You have worked hard, or played hard, toiled over the mountain under the burning sun, and now the evening has come and you sit at ease at the inn and ask for nothing but a pipe, a quiet talk, and so to bed. "And the morrow's uprising to deeds shall be sweet." You have had your fill of adventure for the day. The morning's passion for experience and possession is satisfied, and your ambitions have shrunk to the dimensions of an easy chair.
> In my personal experience, no. The author's last book was published at age sixty four, and he lived more than a decade longer,
> so it may have worked that way for him.

Bs"d

He made it to 80, which is a very respectable age: "The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away." Psalm 90:10 So he lived 16 more years after his last book.

> For contrast see Sir Philip March in C. P. Snow's "The conscience of the rich" - a fictional character but based on a real one.
> > And so I think it is with that other evening when the late blackbird is fluting its last vesper song and the toys of the long day are put aside, and the plans of new conquests are waste-paper. I remember hearing Sir Edward Grey saying once how he looked forward to the time when he would burn all his Blue-books and mulch his rose-trees with the ashes.
> Blue books were sets of government documents. One of the reasons socialists like the Webbs were able to argue their
> case effectively was that they actually read the blue books, unlike most government figures. Grey though, doubtless
> read them all and they were not good reading. I don't get the impression that Grey liked politics or even government,
> but felt it was his duty to help reform along.
> And Mr. Belloc has given us a very jolly picture of the way in which he is going to spend his evening:
> >
> > If I ever become a rich man,
> > Or if ever I grow to be old,
> > I will build a house with deep thatch
> > To shelter me from the cold,
> > And there shall the Sussex songs be sung
> > And the story of Sussex told.
> > I will hold my house in the high woods
> > Within a walk of the sea,
> > And the men that were boys when I was a boy
> > Shall sit and drink with me.
> What are we to do with Mr Belloc? So independent of spirit, so talented, so comforting, so anti-semitic. Though he
> did part company with the nazis on this. Which puts him either ahead of some contemporaries, or smart
> enough to avoid a treason charge.
> >
> >
> > There is Mr. Birrell, too, who, as I have remarked elsewhere, once said that when he retired he would take his modest savings into the country "and really read Boswell."
> Another witty writer, but a more serious politician than Belloc, serving well in various important posts.
>
> Reading Boswell sounds like a good idea, though but alas, he died in London.

Is that a problem, dying in London?

Of course I prefer not to die at all, but since we have to die anyway, what's wrong with London?
> >
> > These are typical, I suppose, of the dreams that most of us cultivate about old age. I, too, look forward to a cottage under the high beech woods, to a well-thumbed Boswell, and to a garden where I shall mulch my rose-trees and watch the buds coming with as rich a satisfaction as any that the hot battle of the day has given me. But there is another thing I shall ask for. On the lower shelf of the bookcase, close to the Boswell, there will have to be a box of chessmen and a chessboard, and the men who were boys when I was a boy, and who come and sit with me, will be expected after supper to set out the chessmen as instinctively as they fill their pipes. And then for an hour, or it may be two, we shall enter into that rapturous realm where the knight prances and the bishop lurks with his shining sword and the rooks come crashing through in double file. The fire will sink and we shall not stir it, the clock will strike and we shall not hear it, the pipe will grow cold and we shall forget to relight it.
> I can recall a television episode long ago, where old men were doing just that. In the show their club was bought out from under them,
> and they were shown having a much better time playing ping-pong with teenagers. I am not a violent person, but...

Total bollocks, octogenarians having fun playing ping-pong against teenagers.
> >
> > Blessed be the memory of him who gave the world this immortal game. For the price of a taxicab ride or a visit to the cinema, you may, thanks to that unknown benefactor, possess a world of illimitable adventures. When Alice passed through the Looking Glass into Wonderland, she did not more completely leave the common day behind than when you sit down before the chessboard with a stout foe before you and pass out into this magic realm of bloodless combat. I have heard unhappy people say that it is "dull." Dull, my dear sir or madam? Why, there is no excitement on this earth comparable with this kingly game. I have had moments at Lord's, I admit, and at the Oval. But here is a game which is all such moments, where you are up to the eyes in plots and ambuscades all the time, and the fellow in front of you is up to his eyes in them, too. What agonies as you watch his glance wandering over the board. Does he suspect that trap? Does he see the full meaning of that offer of the knight which seems so tempting?… His hand touches the wrong piece and your heart thumps a Te Deum. Is he?… yes … no … he pauses … he removes his hand from the piece … oh, heavens, his eye is wandering back to that critical pawn … ah, light is dawning on him … you see it illuminating his face as he bends over the board, you hear a murmur of revelation issuing from his lips … he is drawing back from the precipice … your ambuscade is in vain and now you must start plotting and scheming all over again..
> >
> > Nay, say it is anything you like, but do not say it is dull. And do not, please, suggest that I am talking of it as an old man's game only. I have played it since I was a boy, forty years ago, and I cannot say at what age I have loved it best. It is a game for all ages, all seasons, all sexes, all climates, for summer evenings or winter nights, for land or for sea. It is the very water of Lethe for sorrow or disappointment, for there is no oblivion so profound as that which it offers for your solace. And what satisfaction is there comparable with a well-won "mate"? It is different from any other joy that games have to offer. There is a swift delight in a late "cut" or a ball that spread-eagles the other fellow's wicket; there is a delicate pleasure in a long jenny neatly negotiated, in a drive that sails straight from the tee towards the flag on the green, in a hard return that hits the back line of the tennis court. But a perfect "mate" irradiates the mind with the calm of indisputable things. It has the absoluteness of mathematics, and it gives you victory ennobled by the sense of intellectual struggle and stern justice. There are "mates" that linger in the memory like a sonnet of Keats.
> >
> > It is medicine for the sick mind or the anxious spirit. We need a means of escape from the infinite, from the maze of this incalculable life, from the burden and the mystery of a world where all things "go contrairy," as Mrs. Gummidge used to say. Some people find the escape in novels that move faithfully to that happy ending which the tangled skein of life denies us. Some find it in hobbies where the mind is at peace in watching processes that are controllable and results that with patience are assured. But in the midst of this infinity I know no finite world so complete and satisfying as that I enter when I take down the chessmen and marshal my knights and squires on the chequered field. It is then I am truly happy. I have closed the door on the infinite and inexplicable and have come into a kingdom where justice reigns, where cause and effect follow "as the night the day," and where, come victory or come defeat, the sky is always clear and the joy unsullied.
> >
> > Alpha of the Plough: pseudonym of the English journalist and writer Alfred George Gardiner (1865-1945).
> I think I need to read more of his work.

Glad you like it. I stumbled upon this epistle trying to figure out who was Gardiner, and making sure he was talking about chess when he said that about the immortal game. I myself liked it enough to post it here and there and some more places. It is good. :D

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Re: Chess philosophy: IN PRAISE OF CHESS

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Subject: Re: Chess philosophy: IN PRAISE OF CHESS
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 by: William Hyde - Wed, 27 Sep 2023 21:38 UTC

On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 3:54:20 AM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 12:37:17 AM UTC+3, William Hyde wrote:
> > On Tuesday, September 26, 2023 at 12:40:20 PM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> > > Bs"d
> > >
> > > IN PRAISE OF CHESS

> > > There is Mr. Birrell, too, who, as I have remarked elsewhere, once said that when he retired he would take his modest savings into the country "and really read Boswell."
> > Another witty writer, but a more serious politician than Belloc, serving well in various important posts.
> >
> > Reading Boswell sounds like a good idea, though but alas, he died in London.
> Is that a problem, dying in London?

It does tend to imply that he did not realize his dream of moving to the country.

Also note "modest savings". Today a person with Birrell's career would be rich. Certainly he was not poor, but
a respectable country place may have been beyond his means.

William Hyde

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 by: Andy Walker - Wed, 27 Sep 2023 23:12 UTC

On 27/09/2023 22:38, William Hyde wrote:
> Also note "modest savings". Today a person with Birrell's career
> would be rich. Certainly he was not poor, but a respectable country
> place may have been beyond his means.

Perhaps worth noting that in Rightpondia, "modest savings" implies
much more wealth than in Leftpondia. It would be "infra dig" to boast or
to be ostentatious, but it would be surprising, from that phrase, if his
savings did not extend to a pleasant residence in the Home Counties, or,
depending on his tastes, in the Cotswolds or Derbyshire or Scotland, with
a few servants on hand. Perhaps a former vicarage? Or a couple of old
thatched cottages knocked into one and modernised?

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Subject: Re: Chess philosophy: IN PRAISE OF CHESS
From: nastyhor...@gmail.com (Eli Kesef)
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 by: Eli Kesef - Thu, 28 Sep 2023 17:40 UTC

On Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 12:38:22 AM UTC+3, William Hyde wrote:
> On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 3:54:20 AM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> > On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 12:37:17 AM UTC+3, William Hyde wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, September 26, 2023 at 12:40:20 PM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> > > > Bs"d
> > > >
> > > > IN PRAISE OF CHESS
> > > > There is Mr. Birrell, too, who, as I have remarked elsewhere, once said that when he retired he would take his modest savings into the country "and really read Boswell."
> > > Another witty writer, but a more serious politician than Belloc, serving well in various important posts.
> > >
> > > Reading Boswell sounds like a good idea, though but alas, he died in London.
> > Is that a problem, dying in London?
> It does tend to imply that he did not realize his dream of moving to the country.

Bs"d

He probably did move to the country, but in the boondocks there are no old age homes, or nursing homes, so when he got infirm he probably therefore moved to London.

https://tinyurl.com/not-to-old

But then again; what did Bobby know? He must have made this statement when he was still quite young.

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Subject: Re: Chess philosophy: IN PRAISE OF CHESS
From: wthyde1...@gmail.com (William Hyde)
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 by: William Hyde - Thu, 28 Sep 2023 21:42 UTC

On Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 1:40:25 PM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> On Thursday, September 28, 2023 at 12:38:22 AM UTC+3, William Hyde wrote:
> > On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 3:54:20 AM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, September 27, 2023 at 12:37:17 AM UTC+3, William Hyde wrote:
> > > > On Tuesday, September 26, 2023 at 12:40:20 PM UTC-4, Eli Kesef wrote:
> > > > > Bs"d
> > > > >
> > > > > IN PRAISE OF CHESS
> > > > > There is Mr. Birrell, too, who, as I have remarked elsewhere, once said that when he retired he would take his modest savings into the country "and really read Boswell."
> > > > Another witty writer, but a more serious politician than Belloc, serving well in various important posts.
> > > >
> > > > Reading Boswell sounds like a good idea, though but alas, he died in London.
> > > Is that a problem, dying in London?
> > It does tend to imply that he did not realize his dream of moving to the country.
> Bs"d
>
> He probably did move to the country, but in the boondocks there are no old age homes, or nursing homes, so when he got infirm he probably therefore moved to London.

There is actually a lot more to the UK than London and the countryside has small towns with hospitals, care homes and the like.

Ask Phil about Cornwall, for example.

He might possibly have been visiting his doctor in Harley street when his heart stopped, but as there is no evidence in anything
I have read (and he is a figure in history, showing up in many books) I think it's more probable that he lived
in London. Certainly he was there a lot.

If you wanted to have a good chat with Birkenhead, then Birkenhead was probably not the place to be. Nor is Leighton Buzzard a good
place from which to watch the London 1922 tournament.

William Hyde

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