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<div> Gerry Quinn wrote:<br><br></div>
<div>>> There is no doubt here - this is the image of the woman he would have loved. If only he had met her.<br>>><br>>>By some perverse conspiracy of chance or fate he did not, and his life has been wasted.<br><br>> I pretty much agree with this--it's "the dislocation of all we expect from nature and<br>> probability"--but I suspect supernatural intervention.<br>...<br><br>I forgot to mention the idea of the author as Creator or Subcreator, which people have quite rightly brought up here recently.<br></div>
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<div>> An easily overlooked clue is that Pie Club. What kind of pie? Only one kind is mentioned,<br>> very close--chess pie, an old Southern dessert. This reinforces the reference to chess, with<br>> its intimation of powerful beings moving people around like pieces on a board. See the end<br>> of Canto 3 of Nabokov's /Pale Fire/ and, even more Wolfean, Borges's sonnets on chess.</div>
<br>And here I forgot to mention "queens".<br><br>Jerry Friedman
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