(no googling or looking in a book and no phoning a friend)

TO WHOM is the <horticulture> bon motte attributed?

3 burritos (mailed variety) await-

HINT: The person also said-

"What fresh hell is this"

HINT TWO: When a friend arranged for her to get a gig as an English teacher, she favored showing up to class drunk and verbally assaulting her students.

I have to say I agree.

Every young man/woman should be exposed to the delights of the all too common form of juvenilie dilletanteism practiced by the worthy <acrice>.

It's important to learn just how far a person will go in order to appear "cool", despite facing a lifetime of responses indicating that they do not appear even remotely "cool" to anyone at all.

One might admire such staunch, and almost inconceivable, obliviousness.

By refusing to use the ignore list, we can learn about all kinds of noxious lunatics.

And by keeping the list clear, we can also learn that such noxious folk will- almost invariably- show themselves in a much better light-

Viz- <acrice> helping a total stranger with questions about chessbooks, listening patiently and responding patiently to people who are considerably more deluded than he, and even maintaining a semblance of a sense of humor, however jaundiced.

I applaud your dedication to observing the human as he is today.

Re: Morse? No.

Communism may have done a lot for chess, but I'm with <ant man> EO Wilson: great theory, wrong species.

Acirce also said that it's easy to make 25,000 posts if you haven't got a life. I expect you to demonstrate that both are possible.

<Chess nerdity> is a disease- I'm not saying it lacks pleasures- but the eternal frustration of never-ever- "scoring" with anyone worth bragging about wears every minute of every day with these people.

It accounts for 99% of their eminently tedious, and unearned, supercilious pique, which inevitably erupts in a post, usually sooner than later.

As you once averred in the sainted halls of this very Frog-

"Jess, chessplayers don't have girlfriends. At least, not *that* kind of girlfriend."

I can assure you that <arrogant nerd> is not an attractive personality type to even a reasonably good looking woman.

To score "chicks" in the chess world, you have to be in the top ten of the ratings list.

I have seen this my whole life, and not just in the chess arena.

I don't see the logic of limiting the number of prizes a member can earn.

I mean what on earth does the chess arena offer if not a true meritocracy?

This is the wondrous purity of the chess world, it's marvelous lack of ambiguity.

I beat you. Therefore, I beat you. Suck on it buddy.

(how wonderful, truly wonderful, to say this to yourself after each victory)

I got the puzzle before you did. Therefore, I got the puzzle before you did. Suck on it buddy.

(I will never taste this joy, but I don't think it should be withheld from others).

Is there a "cap" on how many games <Magnus Carslen> is allowed to win?

So why a "cap" on the puzzles?

Makes no sense to me.

And for those losers (such as me) who haven't the faintest chance of winning a puzzle prize, there are yet consolations.

What a coincidence. So did I, with the same skill as registered by Kramnik in move 34 in this game: Deep Fritz vs Kramnik, 2006

Actually, the version of the poem I quoted (in Nov 2006) was a different translation:

The Game of Chess

In their grave corner, the players
Deploy the slow pieces. And the chessboard
Detains them until dawn in its severe
Compass in which two colors hate each other.

Within it the shapes give off a magic
Strength: Homeric tower, and nimble
Horse, a fighting queen, a backward king,
A bishop on the bias, and aggressive pawns.

When the players have departed, and
When time has consumed them utterly,
The ritual will not have ended.

Was <BorHAYS> a chess enthusiast? How many games does he have in our database?

Who would win in a match between him and <Duchamps>?

<Humprhey Bogart>? <Stanley Kubrik>?

I think that the chess world would profit greatly from the publicity that a "celebrity chess tournament" would offer.

You just get the 10 most famous people on earth who are chess enthusiasts, and then get a TV deal to show the tournament.

Like they do in Poker.

You're right about chess nerds. Just think of 14-year-old boys you have known, not necessarily in *that* way.

Whither the days of the elegant flirtations of say, <Noel Coward>, or <Ernest Hemingway>, for that matter?

Here is Ernest delivering his probably apocryphal line in a bar, immortalized by Alan Rudolph in his underrated film <The Moderns>:

Right now, there's a line from a Scott Walker song that I can't get out of my head. It's <"I'd punch a donkey in the streets of Galway"> ...

Galway was where I failed to turn up for a chess tournament and an appointment with <mack> ... my run of accidents, smashed glasses, cut and infected hands, crashing computers and sheer bad luck started shortly afterwards.

But <mack> sent me a cool Christmas card, with a home-made snow scene.

Heh. I just realized -- knowing what certain people think of us -- that may be read as a drug reference. Selah. I gave up 'coke' in 1989 after losing a chessgame in seven impulsive narcotized moves. Never again.

Maybe it's a burro or an ASS instead.

Are there any <Tilted Asses> in the data base?

<Ed Pinata>?

It's an inverted Sicilian Donkey, or just a Reversed Sicilian opening. =P

I think that any member of reasonable intelligence should have already memorized the names in every single game at this website.

Just a matter of jogging the memory from there.

One might also regard 1.Nc3 Nf6 as an inverted wild mustang defense. But I reckon CG can tell a mustang from a mule.