A Sick Man?

Jan 28, 2008, 11:52 AM |

Scott Simon asked Daniel Shore to comment on Bobby Fisher.  Shore suggested that Fisher showed us that a man can be two things at one time:  A great chess player and a Jerk.  I wonder if he was sick?   I suppose that we are all sick in some way.  Dostoyevsky's voice comes to mind at the moment - in "notes from the underground":

I am a sick man. ...  I am a spiteful man.  I am an unattractive man.  I
believe my liver is diseased.  However, I know nothing at all about my
liver, and do not know for certain what ails me.  I don't consult a doctor
for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors.
Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine,
anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am
superstitious).  No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite.  That you
probably will not understand.  Well, I understand it, though.  Of course, I
can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my
spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not
consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only
injuring myself and no one else.  But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is
from spite.  My liver is bad, well--let it get worse!