_March 13_
It was, of course, necessary for me to destroy Armitage and Bishop. They
won far too often. But I am sorry about Greta. Yet I had to strangle
her.
If she hadn't started that infernal queen's pawn opening it would have
been different. She beat me six times running, and on the last game I
pulled a superb orang-outang, but it was too late. She saw mate in four
and gave me that serpent smirk I know so well.
How could I have ever been in love with her?
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_March 14_
Frightfully boring to be alone. I have a thought. Chess. Right hand
against left. White and black. Jolly good.
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_March 16_