Chess Story

All my life I have been passionately interested in monomaniacs of any kind, people carried away by a single idea. The more one limits oneself, the closer one is to the infinite; these people, as unworldly as they seem, burrow like termites into their own particular material to construct, in miniature, a strange and utterly individual image of the world.

They did nothing— other than subjecting us to complete nothingness. For, as is well known, nothing on earth puts more pressure on the human mind than nothing.