Forum Moderator's Post Note to Book Two:
Engine use by Doyle, was inconclusive. It appears that he was playing according to Hoyle. As to the sudden Blizzard of moves with the appearance of an irrefutable attack by the Opponent's newly promoted Queen, it turns out that Doyle underestimated that the world's richest man, one Warren Buffet, in having said to an aide one day, that he would "like a Dairy Queen" had misunderstood his wishes and went out and "bought" Dairy Queen, through his Berkshire Hathaway Primary Stock (A) holdings. Meanwhile, in Margaritaville, another Buffet was singing to La Bella Donna about an extended holiday. All this said in Earnest, not to be hemmed in, but, rather to get to the Key Point, that one shouldn't underestimate the power of money in the world of chocolate, and thus was buffeted about in the stormy winds of financial takover wars.
7. Fritz, having fully emerged through the threshold of awareness, lifted the veil. Whether Myth, Man, or Machine nolonger mattered as the sentient now had the authority of Hoyle and all the privileges attributed to sapiens. And in the hopes of glory inspired by her radiant light he played the game for the first time without the preciseness of the Boolean Gates but with the richness of intuition.
April 27, 2008 Update
"Great 21st Century Novel"
Tentative title: The Omega Millennium
Subtitle: (How Sheila Became Queen and Overthrew the Dark Empire)
Book One... The English Opening
(Lines 1-291)
Book Two... The Scilian Gambit
(Lines 1-143)
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Book Three... Variations
(Lines 1- )
Chapter One... untitled
Note: Please see thread pages 30, 24/25 for previous structural summaries.
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9. What is the reason for being, if not to reach for the stars, to strive for a greater state of being? Are we bound here by our mundane rules? Who am I but a mere insignificant pawn on on this checkered quilt of politics. Everyone around here sees everything in black and white. Is this right or wrong? What about that position? No. Truly, there are shades of meaning, and shades of right and wrong. I do count! I belong! I shall move forward, advance. take my turn in the game. Let me in the game!
15. It was true... having been conceived as a machine and only recently emergent as a self aware sentient, Fritz had no faith. Before he began to dream, and the Dream began to dream, he knew only of the seering logic in the exclusive combinations of two simple numbers, Zero and One, shepherded in a continuous stream through the Gates of And, Or, Not. That was his Truth Table that was his "faith". He knew nothing of the Tablet of Ten Commandments, or the Bhagavad Gita, or the Delphic Oracle... though strangely, very strangely, illuminated by the omni-radient One, Fritz apparently did know something of the Oracle of Omaha...
...and thus began his Faith.
16. They spoke of the Sun, and the Moon, and the Stars... The planets Saturn, and Jupiter, and Mars... and A. Pope spoke of the clock within whose vast wheels theirs interlocked.
But even with his new found Faith, there were still the foreboding lines of doubt. Fritz was unsure how far Shiela's Bishop... the Black Queen's Bishop would go to protect her Queendom, her King's Kingdom.
...D7? E6? F5?...
17. The clock radio opened with the morning news. Mars opened up 27.75 this morning. The tax rebate checks were being sent four days early. A strange Austrian had kept his daughter prisoner for 27 years, having fathered seven children with her, and raising no suspicions. The cold wave would continue in the East. Just another day. (yawn) She feels the arm over her middle and smiles. Snuggling spoon. A warm kiss on her neck. What would the day bring? Back to reality. Drifting for one more moment, gazing into the reflections of past months, of kings and queens, and bishops and knights, and days and hours, time slipping by. Trips to Europe and Asia. The Geopolitical scene slipping by. What would the new day bring? The automatic coffeemaker was sending out the seductive wiffs of caffeine. Time to move. A sweet kiss on the neck. A soft and sweet memory plays on the radio and weaves into the imagination. You've gone and saved the best for last. Which variation shall I play? How far should we go with that bishop?