<succeeded in creating a completely different ego of one of our most er...um..er exuberant kibitzers...>

You mean The Blessed Jessica?

I should reiterate that I would do nothing to damage the good reputation of the love of my life.

Of course, I wouldn't be much good at damaging my enemies either. I'm a pacifist, a coward, a hypocrite, and one who speaks with forked tongue. In no particular order.

There's a story that some fawning acolyte type approached James Joyce and begged permission to shake the hand that wrote Ulysses. Joyce replied "That hand has done a lot of other things too".

So my forked tongue has been in some queer places during its life. And it's old enough to remember when 'queer' (pronounced 'quare', as in 'The Quare Fella') meant 'strange or unusual'.

It is possible to prove the formula by mathematic induction...

1+4+9+16.....n^2=n(n+1)(2n+1)/6 ....(i)

<STEP 1>

Put n=1 in (i)

Lefthand side=1
Righthand side=(1+1)(2(1)+1)(1)/6=1

LHS=RHS

<STEP 2>

Let it be assumed that for a particular n=k, equation (i) is true

i.e

1+4+9+16....k^2=k(k+1)(2k+1)/6 ....(ii)

<STEP 3>

It should now be proved that for a particular n=k+1 in equation (i).

for n=k+1 in (i)

<1+4+9+16....k^2>+(k+1)^2= (k+1)((k+1)+1)(2(k+1)+1)/6....(iii)

The bracketed part can be replaced by equation (ii) deduced in STEP 2.

So now,

LHS:(k(k+1)(2k+1)/6)+(k+1)^2

It can be proved that LHS above is equal to the RHS in equation (iii)

Only Euwe can make this combo right
Only Euwe can on the dark squares fight
Only Euwe and Euwe alone
Can beat me like Euwe do
And fill my game with holes for only Euwe

Only Euwe can make this change in me
For it's true, Euwe are my adversary
When you hold my crown
I understand the magic that Euwe do
Euwe are my knight-mare come true
My one and only Euwe"

- A. Alekhine

I asked my father
I said, father, change my name
This one I've got, it's eaten up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame
Euwe, Euwe, Euwe, Euwe, Euwe, Euwe, come back to me ...

- Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that you're Euwe, baby
Everybody knows that you really are
And everybody knows that you live forever
When you're seen
To vanquish Alekhine.

Queen takes path, check ... missing Knight takes *other* path, mate.

Let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings How some have resigned; some mated by combo,
Some haunted by the pawns they have sacrificed;
Some poison'd by their queens: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the checkered squares
That confines the immortal games of a king
Keeps Death in his court and there the attack hits,

Scoffing at mate and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little luft,
To temporize, be fear'd and kill with Rooks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this square which walls about our game,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his pawn sheild, and farewell king!

Every twist and wrinkle fits,
My Lord. Each variation spins
A tale most plausible and neat,
Yet tight as water's proof.

Strangely, I can remember the precise moment I encountered the poetry of Sylvia Plath -- my English tutor in college was a Plath nut, and he handed out copies of 'Daddy'.

That was in my 1st year studying English. Bizarrely, five of the eight people in that class either got first class degrees, or did postgraduate degrees. Or both, like me. But the whole thing is statistically impossible. Must be the Plath effect.

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<Dirge for a Joker

Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from the pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.

Behind mock-ceremony of your grief
Lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham;
You never altered your amused belief
That life was a mere monumental sham.

From the comic accident of birth
To the final grotesque joke of death
Your malady of sacrilegious mirth
Spread gay contagion with each clever breath.

Which is not to say one should greet the Dalai Lama or the Pope with "hi there, your ghodamm holiness".

Said Spooner to Spender
"I'll spoon if you spend";
Said Spender to Spooner
"Unveil your rear end".

Thus Spooner was shocked
Into rearing his beer
And Spender, unfrocked,
Found the episode ... queer.

<Spooner & Spender Part 2>

Under leaf and brown willow,
Said Spender to his weary fellow,
"Unfrocked you're and yet unashamed,
May you for good be untamed".

"Spent are you,Spender"
Cried the weak,untamed Spooner,
"Unabashed eyes you proudly lay,
You are surely not gay?"