I was highly attracted to chess for forty or forty-five years; then, little by little, my enthusiasm lessened.

Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another.

There were so many individual styles thirty or forty years ago.

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with 'winning or losing this game of chess.

I don't want to be forty-five and still a freshman.

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