Passing the used book stand on the Rue de la Marché earlier today, Not and I saw this book on sale for five francs. It was irresistible, and we snapped it up at once.
"So how many of your
games do you expect to find?" asked Not with maybe just the tiniest hint of irony.
"None," I replied. "I'm not good enough." But leafing through it over lunch, I discovered that this wasn't quite true: a footnote to Stean-Ungureanu mentioned my annoying loss against Amos at the 1976 Olympiad.
"Oh dear!" said Not contritely. "I hope that wasn't my fault?" We had met four days earlier.