Published 28 Jul 2010. Tags: books, chess, games.
While conversing with an attractive lady, our chess-playing protagonist finds himself in the following situation:
He sat leaning on his cane and thinking that with a Knight’s move of this lime tree standing on a sunlit slope one could take that telegraph pole over there, and simultaneously he tried to remember what exactly he had just been talking about.
— Vladimir Nabokov, The Defense