March 9, 2007

• Chess novel:

  Queen’s Gambit

  

  That the topless towers be burnt

  And men recall that face,

  Move most gently if move you must

  In this lonely place.

  She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,

  That nobody looks; her feet

  Practise a tinker shuffle

  Picked up on a street.
  Like a long-legged fly upon the stream

  Her mind moves upon silence.
  
  – W. B. Yeats, “Long-Legged Fly”

  This is the epigraph to
  the Walter Tevis novel
  The Queen’s Gambit.

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