This reminds me of a story I read in The World of Chess by Saidy and Lessing:
"Because of the length of time it takes to complete a game, some sceptics have observed that you don't have to be crazy to play correspondence chess, but it helps. The tale is told of two chess-players, one living near the North Pole and the other near the South Pole, who were carrying on a game by mail. Every four months for ten years, the North Pole player received a letter containing his opponent's move, pondered his counter-move, and replied. Suddenly, unaccountably, there was a break in the correspondence. No word from the South Pole. A month went by. Two, and still no letter. The game had reached a crucial stage and North, who was playing Black against a Ruy Lopez opening and finding himself attacked on the king-side, was frantic with anxiety. Then, in a swirling Arctic storm, a dog sled arrived with the long delayed letter. Eagerly, North tore open the envelope. The message said: J'adoube."