Previously known as kingofshedinjasSpain
'After a little while he spake to me, and asked me my desire. 'I told him that my desire was to see the god.
'"The god is hunting," said the priest, looking strangely at me with his small slanting eyes.
'"Tell me in what forest, and I will ride with him," I answered.
'He combed out the soft fringes of his tunic with his long pointed nails. "The god is asleep," he murmured.
'"Tell me on what couch, and I will watch by him," I answered.
'"The god is at the feast," he cried.
'"If the wine be sweet I will drink it with him, and if it be bitter I will drink it with him also," was my answer.
'He bowed his head in wonder, and, taking me by the hand, he raised me up, and led me into the temple.
Behold, Capablanca was Spanish
An ode to futility: I recently reached top 90 in the endless chess quiz. I know it will disappear in V3, that makes it even more thrilling.
Glorious procastinator, annoying derailer, ridiculous troll, expert in most things idiotic. Obsessive reader of almost anything. Ocasionally pretentious and verbose writer. Frightened of rated games, authority and...people.
Black to play and win