"Perhaps it was the tension of the situation, but it appeared as the game progressed that the two players moved their pieces with a force and precision that transcended a mere game, as if another, an invisible hand, hovered above the board. At times it even seemed as if the very pieces carried out the moves of their own accord." p. 12.

"Just as these lines that merge go form a key are as chess squares, when month and day are four, don't risk another chance to move to mate. One game is real, and one's a metaphor. Untold times, this wisdom has come too late. Battle of white has raged on endlessly. Everywhere black will strive to seal his fate. Continue a search for thirty-three and three. Veiled forever is the secret door ... on the fourth day of the fourth month, then will come the Eight." The fortuneteller...