GM Urii Eliseev
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GM Urii Eliseev
This report on Chessbase of the tragic death of a young Russian GM.
http://en.chessbase.com/post/gm-urii-eliseev-dies
http://en.chessbase.com/post/gm-urii-eliseev-dies
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Re: GM Urii Eliseev
I'm really not sure if tragic is quite the right word in context. About as clear cut a case of death by misadventure as could be imagined.
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Re: GM Urii Eliseev
Talk about en passant.
I float like a pawn island and sting like an ignored knight
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Re: GM Urii Eliseev
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-38129713Graham Borrowdale wrote:This report on Chessbase of the tragic death of a young Russian GM.
http://en.chessbase.com/post/gm-urii-eliseev-dies
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Re: GM Urii Eliseev
First day in history when two GM deaths occured?
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Re: GM Urii Eliseev
"I'm really not sure if tragic is quite the right word in context."
I would think a death so young is tragic. "Tragic" has been hijacked as a euphemism for suicide, (which is not the case here), but I think we can still use the original sense.
I would think a death so young is tragic. "Tragic" has been hijacked as a euphemism for suicide, (which is not the case here), but I think we can still use the original sense.
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Re: GM Urii Eliseev
It might arguably be tragic in the literary sense, if Eliseev's fatal flaw were overestimation of his own abilities.
Re: GM Urii Eliseev
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,IM Jack Rudd wrote:It might arguably be tragic in the literary sense, if Eliseev's fatal flaw were overestimation of his own abilities.
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor...
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, hors’d
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’er-leaps itself
And falls on the other...