When I want to have fun I play blitz. When I want to go deeper and work on improving my game, I play classical and I try to do it in tournament settings.
Hears the hoarse bittern, where Gomorrah stood;
After rice appeared the much-dreaded pie, glaring yellowly, with its coarse pretentious outside—prototype of many a living humbug—veiling one knows not what of false and vile.
In the United States and Israel, however, insiders view one who leaves the yeshiva or kollel for outside employment and thus becomes a balabos, a lay householder, as a flop. He has, after all, abandoned eternity, a life of the spirit, for everyday work. Every yeshiva student I spoke to expressed this “fear” of ending up a balabos.
