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...bursts of applause. Finally, after four hours and 27 minutes, Petrosian studied the shattered remains of his French Defense and resigned the game-and the match-to Fischer. While hundreds of fans jostled into the auditorium chanting "Bobbee! Bob-bee!," Fischer disappeared out the stage door and went bowling till 3:30 a.m. Headlined the Buenos Aires daily Cronica: A GENIUS, WITHOUT A DOUBT. At Moscow's Central Chess Club the reaction was summed up by one player who sighed: "Well, we've still got Spassky...
...know that they know we have a complex offense. And they know that we know that they know it too. So we wait till they line up before we call our play," Dake said. "That way, we can run right into the strength of their set-up and scare the living daylights out of them...
...essence; though Picasso is in good health (he eats sparingly in the big farmhouse kitchen at Mougins and rations himself to one glass of wine with meals), he hides. "If I received everyone who wanted to see me for just ten minutes, it would last every day till midnight," he says. Picasso's 41-year-old wife, Jacqueline Roque, is his shield: for the past ten years at Mougins she has borne the punishing weight of answering and filtering Picasso's mail, keeping his clippings up to date, dealing with the telephone, the cataloguing, the buying of food...
Poetic models continued to figure in Tate's development for some time. "I didn't read any of T.S. Eliot till 1920," he explains, "though I'd read some of Pound. When I read Eliot, I couldn't write anything for a long time. Critics have pointed out that I'd written Eliotic poems before I read Eliot. That often happens in a certain period; people begin to do the same thing independently. But Eliot was so much more mature, you see, and I was just a boy. He rather overwhelmed me. So for awhile, I had to avoid that...
...Till arranged to meet Schwilden after midnight in front of a church in a remote village. At the rendezvous, Schwilden found a scared young man wearing a plastic mask who blindfolded him, then drove him for miles around the countryside. "I am not a thief," he insisted. "I am an idealist who stole to do something about the refugees and the hunger." Deep in a forest, he produced the picture, which he held up before the car's headlights while Schwilden photographed...