I realized that if something had happened to Henry James' testicles, that my friends didn't know about it, because if they did, it'd just be weird that they didn't mention it - given what we were talking about. And I thought this was sort of neat because one of my friends had done his Ph.D. on James, and even he didn't know about the guy's self-castration! I instantly resolved to solve the mystery.
"Look," I said, exited now, "I'm pretty sure something happened down there, so I'm going to check it out. And when I do find out - "
"You'll let us know.
"We'll look forward to it."
Reading to the Endgame
: Algorithmic translation of classic nineteenth century novels into chessboard slugfests. Select the opponents
from a list of fifty-five novels in five languages, and watch each text maneuver across the battlefield.