For those who may simply not know how different chess pieces move, a) you're on the wrong page and b) the marvel I pay homage to here must sadly, for now, remain unintelligible.
That's not me being smug or elitist, it's more a case of how I imagine I could deal with a kind offer from Stephen Hawking to `explain the Universe' to me, one on one, tete a tete, over a Remy and Monte Christo, given that I can't tell a quark from a quasar.
"Oh, c'mon Stevie, cut the crap, everyone knows electricity boils down to magic in the end!"
If, however, you do play chess but the term `Babson' means nothing to you yet, then I implore you, please read on.
For this post is about a masterpiece of creativity, art, intellect and perseverance.
It ranks, in terms of aesthetic perfection, as highly as the most mature, most refined, most celebrated works of Bach, Mozart, Leonardo, Michelangelo or Shakespeare.
In sporting terms it represents, in terms of magnitude of achievement, something akin to an amateur golfer winning all four majors, each year, for ten years straight.
It is, quite simply, the most sublime chess problem ever composed.
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