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It was last modified on: 2002-06-21
 By Ralph  Betza. Captain Spalding Chess. Find an Elephant in your Pajamas.[All Comments] [Add Comment or Rating]
gnohmon wrote on 2002-06-21 UTC
''If there are Headless Rhinos, why are there no Rhino heads in the Box?' I suggested that they had been reduced to Crumbs, but this explanation was rejected on the grounds that the rest of the Rhino would also be Crumbs.' The first question most people ask is whether my mother was Morticia, because who else would have Bats in their box of animal crackers? However, asking about Rhino Heads is certainly valid. The true answer is that the game could include many more types of animal crackers and many more types of things to be found in Pajamas; but I stopped when I thought that I had just enough things in the game. I am sure that it would also be a good game if you could find a Zebra in your Box and a Flashlight in the pocket of your Pajama (one must always have a Flashlight in order to be able to stay awake and read in bed when one is supposed to be sound asleep). However, my artistic decision was that I had enough elements in my game. Where are the Schnorrers? They are in somebody else's game, perhaps somebody else's variant of Capt. Spalding Chess; for I have seen Good and Lawson play Spalding by email and I know that it is good as it is but also that there could be as many 'Captain Spalding Variants' as there are Chess Variants. I have said enough and now I must be going. I may stay for a line, I may stay for a paragraph, but I must be going. Ah, but I hear you say 'Yes, but you don't go!' and so I will tell a little story before I go. June 2 I went to see Carmen at the Amato Opera, and who was there but Tony Randall, the superannuated star, with his subannuated daughter of a mere half dozen years or fewer. We peasants noticed (who could fail to notice?) and there was a rumbling and grumbling of talk among us; and many and many a stakeless wager was placed on who would draw the tickets for the raffle. But we are all NewYorkers and so nobody bothered the famous person. Sure enough, it was the offspring of the star who drew the winning ticket from the accustomed tin. Pity, pity, do you not feel it, for the Chelsea of the Hillary? I have daughters too, I have daughters two, and they do not follow the path of the great chess variant genius (which is good because there ain't a penny to be made from it!) but instead follow paths I can only envy. A small daughter who asks about Rhino Heads? Be proud, and beware. This is no ordinary person. The youthful asker of such questions may grow to be a mature -- who can guess? There are no rules for the promotion of Human Children when they reach the Rank of Maturity. Unless, of course, one considers it a rule that they will never turn out to be quite what you expect. In case you have not understood my answer, let me make it clear: if you want a game with Rhino Heads, nothing stops you from making it yourself!