First of all, we have to go back to the classical time control.

Chess is everything: art, science, and sport.

I lost the match. I blame only myself for this. There were many opportunities to win. But I missed them, no one else.

If the opponent offers keen play I don't object; but in such cases I get less satisfaction, even if I win, than from a game conducted according to all the rules of strategy with its ruthless logic.

Style? I have no style.

But how difficult it can be to gain the desired full point against an opponent of inferior strength, when this is demanded by the tournament position!

I didn't picture myself as even a grandmaster, to say nothing of aspiring to the chess crown. This was not because I was timid - I wasn't - but because I simply lived in one world, and the grandmasters existed in a completely different one. People like that were not really even people, but like gods or mythical heroes.