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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
 
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The Master and Margarita
By Mikhail Bulgakov, Mirra Ginsburg
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There was no west, there was no east…

          As of this last month, I have been on Xanga for around three years, and been on this planet for around twenty-nine.  On my birthday, I went to visit my elderly aunt, for whom I go on a weekly shopping expedition. On her instruction, I went to the store, picked out a card for myself and returned it to her.  She signed it, enclosed a ten-dollar-bill, and handed it back to me.  I found this exceedingly amusing.

          Recently I had a flashback to my childhood.  I remembered sitting in the antechamber of my granduncle’s office.  He was an elderly monsignor who worked in the chancery of a Catholic diocese, and he had, over the course of a long life, collected a number of interesting paintings. The one I remember most clearly was entitled “The Match” and hung on the paneled walls in a large, gilt frame.  I was fascinated by the amazing detail of the picture, and by the archetypical characters featured in it.  It portrayed a game of chess between an obviously evil man dressed in wicked-looking garments, and a small beatific-looking child.  The evil man wore the most unnerving grin on his face, and he stared at his opponent with such intensity that it seemed that at any moment he might leap across the table and devour the child.  The child sat with a look of extreme sadness, his chin resting on his fist, looking back at his opponent, sorrowing but apparently without any fear.  As a small child, I knew that the wicked man was winning the game because he had taken most of the child’s pieces off of the board.  Later, when I understood how chess was played, I could see that not only was the evil man winning, but that the child was in check.  But it was not until I was an adult and the old man had died that it was pointed out to me that the only move that would take the child out of check, would put the evil man into checkmate.

 
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