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I solved chess, I think.

It was a long November month and the rain was pouring down out of the window. The dark and dreary ambiance was overshadowed, hoewever, by my fervor and determination to solve the final problem in my childhood game. I was getting closer and closer; I could detect in myself some hidden formula, a dactyl that would complete the dance, so to speak. But then, in the corner of my bedroom, I heard a voice call out:

"Leon, don't you see? It's impossible to solve something! Why don't you desist from your endeavors and maybe have a nice warm cup of tea?"

There she was, my sister! And looking as draconian as ever, ready, it seems, to chastise me if I tooked one step further.

But I wasn't deterred; I kept up at it. What does she know? I told myself over and over, like a ritual. But no matter what I could not find the solution. Then, deep in thought, I was startled by the cry again, this time louder:

"Leon, I asked you to stop, but you didn't listen, you stubborn oxen! So now I absolutely forbid you to continue!"

"You comedian!" I retorted. "What gives you a damn right to keep control over me?" But yet I found myself unable to continue, just as my sister wished. Stupefied, I started wandering around the bedroom like a madman. "Damn what has gotten into me," I thought to myself, but yet I kept walking back and forth, back and forth. It was almost funny - I knew full well what I was doing, yet I couldn't stop. 

WHAT SHOULD THE ENDING BE

thanks for your input. of course this is made up, but i still disagree - i think the main character should be the centre of attention, like in Frankenstein

and i dont think it matters chess or not... as long as the novel holds up the fillers dont make a right or a wrong

i want to hear please peoples views on this literature!!

should the last word maybe perhaps by "desist" rather than stop??? but i like stop because it doubly means you stop reading

I think the ending should be you hitting the delete key and forgetting about ever foisting such rubbish upon the world again.

How about this:

1: What struck him most was the fact that from Monday on he would be Nezhkov.

  His father - the real Nezhkov, the elderly Nezhkov, the writer of books - left

  the nursery with a smile, rubbing his hands (already smeared for the night

  with transparent cold cream), and with his suede-slippered evening gait

  padded back to

 2: ... He was breathing so loudly that he deafened himself, and now the cries

  behind the door were far, far away, but on the other hand the voice from the

  bedroom window was clearer, was bursting out with piercing force.

 3: ... Some kind of hasty preparations were under way there: the window

  reflections gathered together and leveled themselves out, the whole chasm was

  seen to divide into dark and pale squares

 4: ... at the instant when icy air gushed into his mouth, he saw exactly what

  kind of eternity was obligingly and inexorably spread out before him.

 5: The door was burst in. "Aleksandr Ivanovich, Aleksandr Ivanovich," roared

  several voices.

 6: But there was no Aleksandr Ivanovich.

Tell her to correct her English - you're obviously not a "stubborn oxen", because oxen is plural.

sounds good. what about the new story? :)

Well, I noticed that Aleksandr Ivanovich is an anagram of a famous chess variation - the "violin shark advance" - which can be very dangerous, but also quite easy to play, at the same time!

I advocate for a position that we should be in a place that escapes relations, and thus judgment about others. I argue that we can accomplish this feat by letting others define us in social situations, trather than trying to define ourselves. 

Instead of rationally giving ourselves an identity, we should be hyper-adaptive, so to speak, by possessing a quick wit.

This mode of living gives us happiness, which radiates to all others around us, making our world just a little brighter.

There exist two sides of society - those who obey the "law" (have views that come from their parents or media culture, friends, etc.) and those who obey their own "contract" (have views that are their own)

I don't think we should have views (when i say views, i mean judgment - of course we should "view" things but rather as they are, universally), so I advocate to neither follow a law or contract of our own choosing. Such a mode allows us for the flexibility of living a happy life.

2 phallogocentic, male dominated classes. escape classes (desire for domination) by habit (easy to fall back) leads to happiness, the transcendental, 2nd world