gender equality is a real issue in chess. no one suggests the king is as powerful as the queen, nor any other piece for that matter; but all are well aware of the enormity of the king's ego, the bishop's spiritual challenge, seeing things in only white or black, and nary an inbetween, ever, and, of course, the arrogance of the knight. just the queen, mind you, with her radiance .. . . .yes . .. .
Originally posted by coquettemaybe true; however, has any member of either gender considered the potential power of the lowly pawn
gender equality is a real issue in chess. no one suggests the king is as powerful as the queen, nor any other piece for that matter; but all are well aware of the enormity of the king's ego, the bishop's spiritual challenge, seeing things in only white or black, and nary an inbetween, ever, and, of course, the arrogance of the knight. just the queen, mind you, with her radiance .. . . .yes . .. .
which hides a crown in its knapsack upon deployment from the backmost rank of the battlefield?
Originally posted by Grampy Bobbyi think that pawns should also be able to morph into super pieces. . with the power of the knight, as well as the bishop-rook powers. . . why not? really, it honestly should be. . . .
true enuff but only the unappreciated pawn hides 'a crown in its knapsack
upon deployment from the lonely 7th rank of the battlefield'
Originally posted by Grampy Bobbywell, something like that, but not coquette, surely, or people will mix it up with that stupid lawn game . . .and that is a sticky game issue for another thread altogether, you know, some sticky thread game . . . .wait .. . hold on . ... .um . . .
hmmm... coquette random chess961
Originally posted by coquetteMan, is it ever hard to stick to one thought eh?
well, something like that, but not coquette, surely, or people will mix it up with that stupid lawn game . . .and that is a sticky game issue for another thread altogether, you know, some sticky thread game . . . .wait .. . hold on . ... .um . . .
The Sound of Trees
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.
By Robert Frost
Fact: The last two lines will one day also apply
to us all of us here now on Red Hot Pawn.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyAnd you can stick that fact in the bank.
[b]The Sound of Trees
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away; ...[text shortened]...
Fact: The last two lines will one day also apply
to us all of us here now on Red Hot Pawn.[/b]