The devil sighed. "Farewell." He dislimned with a kind of weary precision.>>
And thanks for telling me what I should say to stump the Devil! Hey, not that I believe in Old Nick any more than I believe in Saint
Nick, but you can never be too prepared. Someone should have told Ingmar Bergman. He should have told his knight to ask Death about Fermat's last theorem, not play chess with him!
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Who are you?
I am Death.
Have you come for me?
I have long walked by your side.
Are you prepared?
My body is scared, not I.
Wait a moment!
That is what you all say. But I grant no reprieves.
You play chess, don't you?
How do you know?
I've seen it in paintings and heard it in songs.
Yes, I am indeed a quite accomplished chess player.
You can't be more accomplished than I.
Why do you want to play chess with me?
That is my concern.
You are right.
These are my terms. You will let me live as long as you can't defeat me. If I take your king, you will let me go.
You got the black pieces.
It is best that way, isn't it?
Ah, Ingmar Bergman! You should have told our knight to make Death solve Fermat's last theorem, not try to defeat him at chess. What was that? Your knight played chess against Death, not against the Devil? Ach, Devil, Death, one big D or another...