Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.
Of all my Russian books, the defense contains and diffuses the greatest 'warmth' which may seem odd seeing how supremely abstract Chess is supposed to be
One is always at home in one's past.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
a person hoping to become a poet must have the capacity of thinking of several things at a time.
If I correctly understand the sense of this succinct observation, our poet suggests here that human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.