During a Chess competition a Chessmaster should be a combination of a beast of prey and a monk
Capablanca was snatched too early from the chess world. With his death we have lost a great chess genius, the like of whom we will never see again.
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What this quote means
The quote reflects on the untimely death of a genius, expressing sorrow over the loss of talent and the unique impact such individuals have on their fields.
Alekhine's words mourn the premature passing of José Raúl Capablanca, a legendary chess player, suggesting that his exceptional abilities and contributions to the game will remain unmatched in the future. This highlights the idea that each individual brings a unique perspective and talent to their craft, and when they leave too soon, it creates a void that is hard to fill, serving as a reminder of the fleeting nature of greatness in any profession.
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During a memorial event for a celebrated figure, this quote can underline the significance of their contributions.
More from Alexander Alekhine
All quotes →I do not play chess – I fight at chess. Therefore, I willingly combine the tactical with the strategic, the fantastic with the scientific, the combinative with the positional, and I aim to respond to the demands of each given position.
I consider chess an art, and accept all those responsibilities which art places upon its devotees.
You can become a big master in chess only if you see your mistakes and short-comings. Exactly the same as in life itself.
For my victory over Capablanca I am indebted primarily to my superiority in the field of psychology. Capablanca played, relying almost exclusively on his rich intuitive talent. But for the chess struggle nowadays one needs a subtle knowledge of human nature, an understanding of the opponent's psychology.
During a chess tournament a master must envisage himself as a cross between an ascetic monk and a beast of prey.
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