The queen sacrifice – the triumph of energy over matter – has always appealed to me in the abstract; and over the years I probably have had recourse to this weapon rather more often than I should. Nevertheless, it was quite a coincidence when in the British Championship in Torquay 1982, I sent no less than three Ladies to the Guillotine in just eleven games. / From their blood I reaped three points, which – combined with other acts of barbarism – sufficed for eight points from 11 games, clear second a point behind Tony Miles. / Here are those three ‘reginicides’.

Descending under the earth, is a translation most of all unexact and illiteral.

A good deal of a horse's efforts at acceleration are dissipated by the surface. On grass, a turn of foot is a powerful weapon. On dirt or the All-weather it counts for very little.

And then, as he sauntered up Whitehall towards Charing Cross, with Robarts on his arm, he again pressed upon him the sale of that invaluable hunter, who was eating his head off his shoulders in the stable at Chaldicotes.