Here is one of the nine essays I wrote in my
examination of Edward Winter's attack against GM Evans
at the ChessCafe in 2001.

MR. WINTER ATTACKS HIS BETTER - III

"Larry Evans: Stylist, Essayist"

"If we all thought Bobby had
deserted chess for two decades, he corrected
us at the press conference. Chess
had deserted him. 'No one has played ME
for those 20 years,' he said.
Reality is in the 'I' of the Fischer beholder."-
GM Larry Evans, Chess Life, November 1992, p. 56

A fair specimen of Edward Winter's
heavy-potato irony:

"While 'Mother Teresa was
ministering to the Caribs, the Dictator (so the
November Chess Life suggested) was
indulging in 'arm-twisting'. On a
less physical plain, Campomanes made
only one notable contribution to
the Press (in the November CHESS -
sent out when everything was
over). The British Gentleman,
however, was to be found philanthropising
in print almost everywhere. In the
May BCM he set the tone with a
declaration of unswerving principle:
'Honesty and openness is always the
best policy!'"-Edward Winter, Chess
Explorations, p. 217


In "The Facts About Larry Evans," Edward Winter
attacked his better as a stylist, essayist and chess
searcher. The intent was to destroy an adversary's
reputation for lively, authoritative writing. The
ploy was to recycle about two dozen old errors, pad
them with hundreds of words of invective to suggest
heft, and treat them as representative of GM Evans' oeuvre.

That is the main line of the Winter Variation.
Repeat something, just anything - time and again.
Regurgitate errors long since acknowledged and
corrected - time and again. Rehearse feigned outrage
- time and again.

Fortunately, though, Mr. Winter's slings and
arrows boomerang. His targets remain whole, and he
somehow ends up looking more riddled than a piece of
well-aged Swiss cheese. "Envy," in the words of the
ancient Greek proverb, "slays itself by its own
arrows." Just as a derelict marooned on a desert
island waves his arms frantically to catch the
attention of a passing ship, Mr. Winter waves his
armaments frenetically at passing audiences hoping to
catch some attention. Even as he gets cancelled from
New in Chess for want of reader interest, writers such
as Raymond Keene and GM Evans continue to interest
large audiences. Indeed, as noted in an earlier essay
in this series, every Chess Life reader survey has
rated GM Evans at or near the top among the magazine's
contributors.

Evans interests. Winter bores.

EVANS AS STYLIST

Take the Evans prose style. It crackles with sass and
pizazz. At Evans' best, he bubbles. At Winter's
best, he foams. Glutinously. Like a Staunton without
any of the edgy earth and energy. No suet-pudding is
more viscous than Mr. Winter's sentences, written in
the mannered cadences of third-rate Victorianese.

Winter's wit is heavier than one of those Swiss
potato dishes. The man's irony? Few ingots of iron
are more leaden. Forum readers should consult his
eye-opening "Reviews/Commentary" chapter in Chess
Explorations which is, paradoxically, a real
eye-shutter. The work of a mouth in search of an ear.

The truth is that nothing ever written by Mr.
Winter has the insight, the liveliness and the human
involvement of a typical Evans feature. Here, for
example, is GM Evans' introduction to his wonderful
"Bobby's Back!" piece in the Chess Life of November
1992. Enjoy:


BOBBY'S BACK

And non-chess people know it. They know it because
unlike the Loch Ness monster, so often sighted but
never seen, Bobby Fischer showed up on September 1 for
a press conference at the Maestral Hotel, the site of
Fischer-Spassky II. The hotel is on the tiny
peninsula of Sveti Stefan, an erstwhile playground of
the rich and famous, a mere 100 feet off the coast of
Montenegro and some 70 miles from a civil war raging in Bosnia.

At his first press conference in 20 years, Bobby
fired the spit heard 'round the world. He took out a
letter from the U.S. Treasury Department warning of
severe penalties for violating U.N. sanctions by
playing Boris Spassky in the rump state of Yugoslavia
- and spat on it.

There's more. "Communism is Bolshevism is
Judaism," he declared. When asked about his reported
anti-Semitism, he said Semites included both Arabs and
Jews. "I'm definitely not anti-Arab, OK?" On the two
Super Ks, usurpers to his throne, he opined, "These
criminals Karpov and Kasparov have been ruining chess
with immoral, unethical, prearranged games, and are
the lowest dogs around."

As usual, Bobby had the organizers hopping. The
playing table was built and rebuilt seven times; all
toilets in the playing hall were raised an inch to
accomodate [sic] his bulk; an extravagant birthday
bash was thrown for his 19-year-old Hungarian
girlfriend, Zita Rajcsanyi. A bemused Fischer looked
on as torch-bearers dressed in folk costumes lined the
isthmus leading to Sveti Stefan. Eerie - and
reminiscent of the scene in Frankenstein when peasants
with torches marched on the castle to destroy the monster within.

In Yugoslavia, this $5 million duel is billed as
"The Return Match of the Century Between the
Never-Defeated Champion of the World, Bobby Fischer,
and His Challenger Boris Spassky." All his wishes are
fulfilled. He gets 10 wins with a 9 - 9 tie clause,
which FIDE had denied him in 1975. The patented Bobby
Fischer chess clock, which may revolutionize
tournament chess, is being used. The purse is for a
million more than Kasparov's next title bout.
Further, FIDE, despised by Fischer, the body of
amateurs that stripped Bobby of his title, is cut out
of the picture (something which Kasparov despite all
his efforts failed to accomplish).

But there's trouble in paradise. Before the
start of the third game, Bobby suddenly added an
ultimatum that journalists be barred from covering the
match unless they acknowledged it's for the world
championship. He relented - for now.

BOBBY'S BACK

And we chess people know it. We know it because at
3:30 p.m. on Wednesday, September 2, Bobby committed
an act stranger than any recorded above: he played a
game in public for the first time in 20 years. Many
pundits were convinced that it would never happen.

How shocked he must have been in 1990 when former
GMA chairman Bessel Kok balked at organizing a
comeback match because Bobby's demands "were too tough
to meet" and his extreme views espousing neo-Nazism
and denying the existence of the Holocaust "went
beyond the abhorrent." Bobby had barked, and for the
first time a chessman failed to jump.

In the October Chess Life, Arnold Denker and
Larry Parr wrote that all efforts to coax him from
retirement were "doomed form the start." They
continued, "His personal chess legend as an
incomparable and undefeated genius means everything to
him. It is his raison d'etre - the single support for
a very frail ego."

Elegantly written, closely reasoned and utterly
wrong! Bobby is back because even for him time does
not stand still. He's nearly 50, and he either makes
a pile now or dies broke. Perhaps Ms. Sweet 19, whose
own ambition is to become world champion someday,
prodded him ever so gently about the future.

But Denker, Parr and many of us ultimately got it
wrong about Bobby for a far more basic reason. We
forgot, as a French philosopher once put it, that
normal men do not know that everything is possible.
Normal men cannot imagine the solipsistic absorption
of a genius such as Fischer who has sunk, in the words
of Vladimir Nabokov, "into the abysmal depths of chess."

If we all thought Bobby had deserted chess for
two decades, he corrected us at the press conference.
Chess had deserted him. "No one has played ME for
those 20 years," he said. Reality is in the "I" of
the Fischer beholder.

No matter what happens in Yugoslavia, I have a
feeling we may be watching Bobby's last hurrah.
Instead of launching another assault on the citadel,
he'll probably take the money and run."

Great writing meant for the chess ages? Not at
all. A piece of provocative, insightful, brightly
written, and what Tartakower might have called "Sun
journalism"? Absolutely. More interesting and faster
paced than Mr. Winter's chloral hydrates? Oh, yah!

Instead of GM Evans' snappy headline and lead-in,
"Bobby's Back," Mr. Winter would have served up
something like the arch, "Return of Robert Fischer."
Instead of Evans' lead-in and first two sentences -
"BOBBY'S BACK ... And non-chess people know it. They
know it because unlike the Loch Ness monster, so often
sighted but never seen, Bobby Fischer showed up on
September 1 for a press conference at the Maestral
Hotel, the site of Fischer-Spassky II."- Mr. Winter's
work would have dispensed with Evans' snappy economy:

Robert James Fischer has returned to the
arena, and even non-chess playing people have
heard the news. They have heard because Fischer,
who has been caught only in glimpses like the Loch
Ness monster these last two decades, showed up on
September 1 for a press conference at the Maestral Hotel,
the site of Fischer-Spassky II.

Not bad. Though not so good as energetic Evans copy.
Still, it is better than most of Mr. Winter's lather,
which brings to mind the Russian aphorism that paper
can stand anything.

EVANS AS ESSAYIST

As much as I admire Larry Evans' CL feature stories
and columns, I regard his newspaper work more highly.
The various versions of Evans' syndicated columns have
been appearing for over 30 years. His essays, so
elegant in their economy, range from 300 to 500 words.
They are minor miracles of compression. They tell
complete stories in literate though completely
accessible language, and they have kept tens of
millions of readers interested.

Nothing - or, perhaps, just one thing - was
more unjust in Mr. Winter's ChessCafe attack than the
man's attempt to tar GM Evans' enormous oeuvre with
the brush of his oft-repeated litany of Evans errors.
Not only were most of these errors acknowledged and
corrected by GM Evans, but they comprise less than a
hundredth of one percent of his total work.

Over the past half century, GM Evans has written
quite literally thousands of pithy and eloquent essays
for his newspapers and magazines. Mini-pyramids. Lovely work.

Mr. Winter and the ratpackers are unconcerned
with the thousands of such essays written by GM Evans
in which he illumined so many corners of our great
chess globe. The Winter technique is to look for
inevitable gaffes or even mistakes unconnected to the
author - such as a publisher's "aviod" on the spine of
a book rather than "avoid" or for an absence of
umlauts over the last name of Eero Book because such
diacritical diereses are not in the CL stylebook - in
order to reach what IM John Watson has called
"one-sided and pre-ordained" conclusions.

"Pre-ordained"? Even the ratpackers know in
the foul recesses of their minds that Mr. Winter digs
for evidence to support prior conclusions rather than
delving for conclusions (explanations) to explain
prior evidence.

EVANS AS SEARCHER

For nearly 35 years, GM Evans has been conducting a
grand dialectic (rather than a Winterian Grand
Guignol) in the pages of Chess Life. Working in
partnership with his readers, he has reestablished old
chess knowledge and sought new knowledge.

In my view the nastiest ploy in Mr. Winter's
ChessCafe assault is neither the "shameless" character
assassination nor the mischaracterization of GM Evans'
oeuvre by regurgitating the same two dozen or so
errors over and over - errors, moreover, that were
earlier acknowledged and often corrected. To my mind,
Mr. Winter's lowest, in fact subterranean, device is
to argue that GM Evans is loath to admit mistakes.

Mr. Winter is betting that most of you are
without historical memory or, at least, bound annuals
of Chess Life. He is betting that you do not recall
or have never read the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of
columns in which he gladly conceded errors in his own
analyses or statements. No matter whether these
errors occurred in his famous MCO-10 edition, in his
many feature articles, in his numerous books or in his
hundreds of CL columns! "No matter," I say, because
GM Evans was and is hungry, indeed ravenous, for such
corrections because they are the vital viands that
keep a column such as his alive - just as a shortage
of audience participation recently led to the demise
of Mr. Winter's column in New In Chess.

I mentioned earlier that GM Evans is a searcher
after new chess knowledge. Given the wonderful,
saving difficulty of chess, mistakes are inevitable.
Dialectic is the corrective.

Mr. Winter and the ratpackers want to get GM
Evans out of Chess Life and out of newspapers. No
doubt about that. They do not care whether CL readers
enjoy reading his column as evidenced by every reader
survey ever conducted. They do not care whether
readers fail to flock to wintry page after wintry page
of such games as Fahrni-Maliutin, Wiker-Sandehn,
Williams-Wight or the immortal L. Loewy II - Felix
masterpiece played at the Cafe Pirus in 1904. And on
and on and on. They have contempt for those stubborn
chess readers who unaccountably wish to know more
about the games of Kasparov and Fischer (Mr. Winter's
games section of Chess Explorations has one of
Kasparov's games, none of Fischer's.) and to read the
opinions of a famous grandmaster about the burning
chess issues of our time.

Evans interests. Winter persists.

wrote:
Here is one of the nine essays I wrote in my
examination of Edward Winter's attack against GM Evans
at the ChessCafe in 2001.

MR. WINTER ATTACKS HIS BETTER - III

"Larry Evans: Stylist, Essayist"

"If we all thought Bobby had
deserted chess for two decades, he corrected
us at the press conference. Chess
had deserted him. 'No one has played ME
for those 20 years,' he said.
Reality is in the 'I' of the Fischer beholder."-
GM Larry Evans, Chess Life, November 1992, p. 56

A fair specimen of Edward Winter's
heavy-potato irony:

"While 'Mother Teresa was
ministering to the Caribs, the Dictator (so the
November Chess Life suggested) was
indulging in 'arm-twisting'. On a
less physical plain, Campomanes made
only one notable contribution to
the Press (in the November CHESS -
sent out when everything was
over). The British Gentleman,
however, was to be found philanthropising
in print almost everywhere. In the
May BCM he set the tone with a
declaration of unswerving principle:
'Honesty and openness is always the
best policy!'"-Edward Winter, Chess
Explorations, p. 217


In "The Facts About Larry Evans," Edward Winter
attacked his better as a stylist, essayist and chess
searcher. The intent was to destroy an adversary's
reputation for lively, authoritative writing. The
ploy was to recycle about two dozen old errors, pad
them with hundreds of words of invective to suggest
heft, and treat them as representative of GM Evans' oeuvre.

That is the main line of the Winter Variation.
Repeat something, just anything - time and again.
Regurgitate errors long since acknowledged and
corrected - time and again. Rehearse feigned outrage
- time and again.

Fortunately, though, Mr. Winter's slings and
arrows boomerang. His targets remain whole, and he
somehow ends up looking more riddled than a piece of
well-aged Swiss cheese. "Envy," in the words of the
ancient Greek proverb, "slays itself by its own
arrows." Just as a derelict marooned on a desert
island waves his arms frantically to catch the
attention of a passing ship, Mr. Winter waves his
armaments frenetically at passing audiences hoping to
catch some attention. Even as he gets cancelled from
New in Chess for want of reader interest, writers such
as Raymond Keene and GM Evans continue to interest
large audiences. Indeed, as noted in an earlier essay
in this series, every Chess Life reader survey has
rated GM Evans at or near the top among the magazine's
contributors.

Evans interests. Winter bores.

EVANS AS STYLIST

Take the Evans prose style. It crackles with sass and
pizazz. At Evans' best, he bubbles. At Winter's
best, he foams. Glutinously. Like a Staunton without
any of the edgy earth and energy. No suet-pudding is
more viscous than Mr. Winter's sentences, written in
the mannered cadences of third-rate Victorianese.

Winter's wit is heavier than one of those Swiss
potato dishes. The man's irony? Few ingots of iron
are more leaden. Forum readers should consult his
eye-opening "Reviews/Commentary" chapter in Chess
Explorations which is, paradoxically, a real
eye-shutter. The work of a mouth in search of an ear.

The truth is that nothing ever written by Mr.
Winter has the insight, the liveliness and the human
involvement of a typical Evans feature. Here, for
example, is GM Evans' introduction to his wonderful
"Bobby's Back!" piece in the Chess Life of November
1992. Enjoy:


BOBBY'S BACK

And non-chess people know it. They know it because
unlike the Loch Ness monster, so often sighted but
never seen, Bobby Fischer showed up on September 1 for
a press conference at the Maestral Hotel, the site of
Fischer-Spassky II. The hotel is on the tiny
peninsula of Sveti Stefan, an erstwhile playground of
the rich and famous, a mere 100 feet off the coast of
Montenegro and some 70 miles from a civil war raging in Bosnia.

At his first press conference in 20 years, Bobby
fired the spit heard 'round the world. He took out a
letter from the U.S. Treasury Department warning of
severe penalties for violating U.N. sanctions by
playing Boris Spassky in the rump state of Yugoslavia
- and spat on it.

There's more. "Communism is Bolshevism is
Judaism," he declared. When asked about his reported
anti-Semitism, he said Semites included both Arabs and
Jews. "I'm definitely not anti-Arab, OK?" On the two
Super Ks, usurpers to his throne, he opined, "These
criminals Karpov and Kasparov have been ruining chess
with immoral, unethical, prearranged games, and are
the lowest dogs around."

As usual, Bobby had the organizers hopping. The
playing table was built and rebuilt seven times; all
toilets in the playing hall were raised an inch to
accomodate [sic] his bulk; an extravagant birthday
bash was thrown for his 19-year-old Hungarian
girlfriend, Zita Rajcsanyi. A bemused Fischer looked
on as torch-bearers dressed in folk costumes lined the
isthmus leading to Sveti Stefan. Eerie - and
reminiscent of the scene in Frankenstein when peasants
with torches marched on the castle to destroy the monster within.

In Yugoslavia, this $5 million duel is billed as
"The Return Match of the Century Between the
Never-Defeated Champion of the World, Bobby Fischer,
and His Challenger Boris Spassky." All his wishes are
fulfilled. He gets 10 wins with a 9 - 9 tie clause,
which FIDE had denied him in 1975. The patented Bobby
Fischer chess clock, which may revolutionize
tournament chess, is being used. The purse is for a
million more than Kasparov's next title bout.
Further, FIDE, despised by Fischer, the body of
amateurs that stripped Bobby of his title, is cut out
of the picture (something which Kasparov despite all
his efforts failed to accomplish).

But there's trouble in paradise. Before the
start of the third game, Bobby suddenly added an
ultimatum that journalists be barred from covering the
match unless they acknowledged it's for the world
championship. He relented - for now.

BOBBY'S BACK

And we chess people know it. We know it because at
3:30 p.m. on Wednesday, September 2, Bobby committed
an act stranger than any recorded above: he played a
game in public for the first time in 20 years. Many
pundits were convinced that it would never happen.

How shocked he must have been in 1990 when former
GMA chairman Bessel Kok balked at organizing a
comeback match because Bobby's demands "were too tough
to meet" and his extreme views espousing neo-Nazism
and denying the existence of the Holocaust "went
beyond the abhorrent." Bobby had barked, and for the
first time a chessman failed to jump.

In the October Chess Life, Arnold Denker and
Larry Parr wrote that all efforts to coax him from
retirement were "doomed form the start." They
continued, "His personal chess legend as an
incomparable and undefeated genius means everything to
him. It is his raison d'etre - the single support for
a very frail ego."

Elegantly written, closely reasoned and utterly
wrong! Bobby is back because even for him time does
not stand still. He's nearly 50, and he either makes
a pile now or dies broke. Perhaps Ms. Sweet 19, whose
own ambition is to become world champion someday,
prodded him ever so gently about the future.

But Denker, Parr and many of us ultimately got it
wrong about Bobby for a far more basic reason. We
forgot, as a French philosopher once put it, that
normal men do not know that everything is possible.
Normal men cannot imagine the solipsistic absorption
of a genius such as Fischer who has sunk, in the words
of Vladimir Nabokov, "into the abysmal depths of chess."

If we all thought Bobby had deserted chess for
two decades, he corrected us at the press conference.
Chess had deserted him. "No one has played ME for
those 20 years," he said. Reality is in the "I" of
the Fischer beholder.

No matter what happens in Yugoslavia, I have a
feeling we may be watching Bobby's last hurrah.
Instead of launching another assault on the citadel,
he'll probably take the money and run."

Great writing meant for the chess ages? Not at
all. A piece of provocative, insightful, brightly
written, and what Tartakower might have called "Sun
journalism"? Absolutely. More interesting and faster
paced than Mr. Winter's chloral hydrates? Oh, yah!

Instead of GM Evans' snappy headline and lead-in,
"Bobby's Back," Mr. Winter would have served up
something like the arch, "Return of Robert Fischer."
Instead of Evans' lead-in and first two sentences -
"BOBBY'S BACK ... And non-chess people know it. They
know it because unlike the Loch Ness monster, so often
sighted but never seen, Bobby Fischer showed up on
September 1 for a press conference at the Maestral
Hotel, the site of Fischer-Spassky II."- Mr. Winter's
work would have dispensed with Evans' snappy economy:

Robert James Fischer has returned to the
arena, and even non-chess playing people have
heard the news. They have heard because Fischer,
who has been caught only in glimpses like the Loch
Ness monster these last two decades, showed up on
September 1 for a press conference at the Maestral Hotel,
the site of Fischer-Spassky II.

Not bad. Though not so good as energetic Evans copy.
Still, it is better than most of Mr. Winter's lather,
which brings to mind the Russian aphorism that paper
can stand anything.

EVANS AS ESSAYIST

As much as I admire Larry Evans' CL feature stories
and columns, I regard his newspaper work more highly.
The various versions of Evans' syndicated columns have
been appearing for over 30 years. His essays, so
elegant in their economy, range from 300 to 500 words.
They are minor miracles of compression. They tell
complete stories in literate though completely
accessible language, and they have kept tens of
millions of readers interested.

Nothing - or, perhaps, just one thing - was
more unjust in Mr. Winter's ChessCafe attack than the
man's attempt to tar GM Evans' enormous oeuvre with
the brush of his oft-repeated litany of Evans errors.
Not only were most of these errors acknowledged and
corrected by GM Evans, but they comprise less than a
hundredth of one percent of his total work.

Over the past half century, GM Evans has written
quite literally thousands of pithy and eloquent essays
for his newspapers and magazines. Mini-pyramids. Lovely work.

Mr. Winter and the ratpackers are unconcerned
with the thousands of such essays written by GM Evans
in which he illumined so many corners of our great
chess globe. The Winter technique is to look for
inevitable gaffes or even mistakes unconnected to the
author - such as a publisher's "aviod" on the spine of
a book rather than "avoid" or for an absence of
umlauts over the last name of Eero Book because such
diacritical diereses are not in the CL stylebook - in
order to reach what IM John Watson has called
"one-sided and pre-ordained" conclusions.

"Pre-ordained"? Even the ratpackers know in
the foul recesses of their minds that Mr. Winter digs
for evidence to support prior conclusions rather than
delving for conclusions (explanations) to explain
prior evidence.

EVANS AS SEARCHER

For nearly 35 years, GM Evans has been conducting a
grand dialectic (rather than a Winterian Grand
Guignol) in the pages of Chess Life. Working in
partnership with his readers, he has reestablished old
chess knowledge and sought new knowledge.

In my view the nastiest ploy in Mr. Winter's
ChessCafe assault is neither the "shameless" character
assassination nor the mischaracterization of GM Evans'
oeuvre by regurgitating the same two dozen or so
errors over and over - errors, moreover, that were
earlier acknowledged and often corrected. To my mind,
Mr. Winter's lowest, in fact subterranean, device is
to argue that GM Evans is loath to admit mistakes.

Mr. Winter is betting that most of you are
without historical memory or, at least, bound annuals
of Chess Life. He is betting that you do not recall
or have never read the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of
columns in which he gladly conceded errors in his own
analyses or statements. No matter whether these
errors occurred in his famous MCO-10 edition, in his
many feature articles, in his numerous books or in his
hundreds of CL columns! "No matter," I say, because
GM Evans was and is hungry, indeed ravenous, for such
corrections because they are the vital viands that
keep a column such as his alive - just as a shortage
of audience participation recently led to the demise
of Mr. Winter's column in New In Chess.

I mentioned earlier that GM Evans is a searcher
after new chess knowledge. Given the wonderful,
saving difficulty of chess, mistakes are inevitable.
Dialectic is the corrective.

Mr. Winter and the ratpackers want to get GM
Evans out of Chess Life and out of newspapers. No
doubt about that. They do not care whether CL readers
enjoy reading his column as evidenced by every reader
survey ever conducted. They do not care whether
readers fail to flock to wintry page after wintry page
of such games as Fahrni-Maliutin, Wiker-Sandehn,
Williams-Wight or the immortal L. Loewy II - Felix
masterpiece played at the Cafe Pirus in 1904. And on
and on and on. They have contempt for those stubborn
chess readers who unaccountably wish to know more
about the games of Kasparov and Fischer (Mr. Winter's
games section of Chess Explorations has one of
Kasparov's games, none of Fischer's.) and to read the
opinions of a famous grandmaster about the burning
chess issues of our time.

Evans interests. Winter persists.

For an alternate viewpoint, readers are referred to this, by John S.
Hilbert:

http://www.chesscafe.com/text/review387.pdf

A sample quote: "Edward Winter's 'A Chess Omnibus' clearly ranks as
one of the finest chess history productions of the decade, if not of
many decades. If by some necessity I were forced to spend the next full
year with only one chess book at hand, this is the one I
would select."

That is the main line of the Winter Variation.
Repeat something, just anything - time and again.
Regurgitate errors long since acknowledged and
corrected - time and again. Rehearse feigned outrage
- time and again.

It seems that the Winter Variation is one of Liarry's favorites, seeing
as he essays it himself so frequently.

wrote:
That is the main line of the Winter Variation.
Repeat something, just anything - time and again.
Regurgitate errors long since acknowledged and
corrected - time and again. Rehearse feigned outrage
- time and again. -- Lary Parr

It seems that the Winter Variation is one of Liarry's favorites, seeing
as he essays it himself so frequently.

Interesting. I didn't recall that particular passage by Parr, but
it's eery how he actually describes his own modus operandi while
purporting to describe Winter's. It's like Josef Goebbels claiming
English news is all lies and propaganda. Can Parr actually be that
oblivious to himself? Just yesterday, commenting on such a "time and
again" case, I observed:

"Parr and his sycophants keep bringing this matter up every few
months, despite the fact that [they] have no evidence either (hint:
[they] don't have it because it does not exist). [They] treat rgcp like
it's like some Kafka novel, where an innocent man can be arrested over
and over on the same charge."

"Taylor Kingston" wrote in message
ups.com...

wrote:
That is the main line of the Winter Variation.
Repeat something, just anything - time and again.
Regurgitate errors long since acknowledged and
corrected - time and again. Rehearse feigned outrage
- time and again. -- Lary Parr

It seems that the Winter Variation is one of Liarry's favorites, seeing
as he essays it himself so frequently.

Interesting. I didn't recall that particular passage by Parr, but
it's eery how he actually describes his own modus operandi while
purporting to describe Winter's. It's like Josef Goebbels claiming
English news is all lies and propaganda.

Or closer to home, Ezra Pound doing fascist propaganga for Mussolini?

Can Parr actually be that
oblivious to himself? Just yesterday, commenting on such a "time and
again" case, I observed:

"Parr and his sycophants

a name given to people who actually know something about chess, or Russian
history

keep bringing this matter up every few
months, despite the fact that [they] have no evidence either (hint:
[they] don't have it because it does not exist). [They] treat rgcp like
it's like some Kafka novel, where an innocent man can be arrested over
and over on the same charge."

Its amazing that I received in one month in 2002 something exceeding 20,000
words which did nothing but berate Parr and Evans.

I can't remember at the moment who wrote them, possibly because they had
absolutely nothing to do with what either Parr or Evans addressed.

In respect of the sending individual, innocent of what he spoke of, or would
rant of, would be the subject, which is not Kafkaesque but Burlesque.

Phil Innes

Chess One wrote:
Or closer to home, Ezra Pound doing fascist propaganga for Mussolini?

"Propaganga"? Is that another drug you like, Phil? I've heard of
ganja, but I did not know there were proper and improper forms of it.
And I always thought the fascists tended toward opiates (e.g. Göring)
or amphetamines (e.g. Hitler), rather than cannabis derivatives.

"Taylor Kingston" wrote in message
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Chess One wrote:
Or closer to home, Ezra Pound doing fascist propaganga for Mussolini?

"Propaganga"? Is that another drug you like, Phil? I've heard of
ganja, but I did not know there were proper and improper forms of it.
And I always thought the fascists tended toward opiates (e.g. Göring)
or amphetamines (e.g. Hitler), rather than cannabis derivatives.

You seem to like Nazi references taylor, having not shrunk from comparing
people to Mussolini, Hitler and now Göring.

Did you think this was clever or that you were not called, and bust?

BTW, if you snip my posts to avoid any context or to pervert a context, and
call me a liar, I shall 'unrespect' your own messages public and private,
even though you wrote 'private, not for publication' in them.

There is a limit you know, and you are way out of your depth, and not only
can't take a hint, you are now drunk on your own prospects.

That's not a fair warning. Its not enough. I am going to write as I like on
this subject, and ignore your protestations, childish diversions, and your
essential duplicity.

Even the idiot Brennan is not worth exposing more than his preoccupation to
lie and distort does expose himself. But there is something a bit sinistre
about you, and your whitewash about all these Soviet subjects, and your
non-stop tirade over nothing bigger than your ego.

Phil Innes

Chess One wrote:
There is a limit you know, and you are way out of your depth, and not only
can't take a hint, you are now drunk on your own prospects.

Phil, one of us is indeed acting in a manner far from sober.

Even the idiot Brennan is not worth exposing more than his preoccupation to
lie and distort does expose himself. But there is something a bit sinistre
about you, and your whitewash about all these Soviet subjects,

Hmm -- recently here on rgcm/p we had a spate of posts by your friend
Goran Tomic, who wrote of Josef Stalin as if he were Jesus Christ, and
of other latter-day petty Stalins in glowing terms. About this you said
virtually nothing, and yet you accuse others of "whitewashing Soviet
subjects"? Rrrriiiight.

and your
non-stop tirade over nothing bigger than your ego.

Phil, you're always good for a laugh, I'll give ya that.

I am going to write as I like on this subject, and ignore your protestations, childish diversions, and your essential duplicity.

And you don't already do that, Phil? It seems to me that you have no
trouble saying what you think, whether it is something pertinent to the
subject, ephemera, or just your own delusions.

Not that delusions are bad; you find Taylor "sinistre," I find him
rather dextro. And yes, there is as much unintended humor, as Taylor
notes, in your posts as in an Ed Wood film. I suppose the class fool
keeps acting as such for the attention?

Taylor Kingston wrote:

Phil, you're always good for a laugh, I'll give ya that.

And that's about all he's good for.