All that castle aren't safe
Often have you heard that said
Many a player's plan's been sold
Once they've fianchettoed...
Over castled tombs do pawns storm
Had you been in top form
And looked before you did 0-0
Bh6, h5, sac sac I go!
Fare you well, it's 1-0
Tecnically that would be, QKt2 or not QKt2.
Nope. More like: "White queen's knight pawn one house."
See Greco. https://quod.lib.umich.edu/e/eebo/A41975.0001.001/1:8?rgn=div1;view=fulltext
Greco was writing shortly after Shakespeare's death.
"My God, he's gotten himself stuck in some kinda crazy T S Eliot Vortex nobody even knew existed before!"
Ezra Pound was the better poet.
Was Shakespeare really "Shakespeare" though ?
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyAA_HbOJZ_-quwmcLIKNXA
A compelling case can be made for Edward De Vere, Earl of Oxford...
From King Henry V: ""The game's afoot: follow your spirit, and upon this charge cry 'God for Harry'"
Shakespeare loved to push that h-pawn, long before Ginger GM.
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I've said this before but I'll trot it out again: the last act of Othello features an outstanding example of a smothered mate.
(The tennis referred to in Henry V is what's now called "real tennis", not what they play at Wimbledon.)
And all that right in the middle of a freakin' storm yet! Mr Bill, you're a real nut.
Nah. The storm was over by the time the young kids were playing chess together.
Okay, what's the one where the old guy's yelling at the hurricane? That had to have happened earlier!
Could be the first act and scene of The Tempest. My recollection is that the play begins on the beach after a storm (the play is set in the Mediterranean, but based on events that took place in the Caribbean, where there was a shipwreck due to hurricane) and the son was lost in the storm. That sets up my favorite lines in Shakespeare:
| My lord Sebastian, | |
| The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness | |
| And time to speak it in; you rub the sore, | |
| When you should bring the plaster. |
The opening scene of The Tempest features various minor characters, some of them moderately old, yelling at each other during a hurricane. If memory serves, the oldest yells the least.
The old man who yells at a hurricane (“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks,” etc.) is unquestionably Lear. Different play. No chess.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
That’s Macbeth’s witches. No storm. No chess.
Is it nobler to study the sharp tactical play of early aggression, or cling to the breast of the Goddess of Chess, deeply vetted Stockfish line, like a babe suckling the mother's milk of invincibility? Ah, there is the rub. Must give us pause there's the respect that make calamity of such deep tactical play. For who would bear the whips and scorns of deviation? Only one of tactical strengths great enough to improvise.
(Didn't they even ask "What's my motivation?" back then?)
I know you're being facetious, but actually, no. Interiority is a very twentieth-century thing.