....‘Sit down and pull yourself together. Tell me, what’s troubling you?’
‘I must leave here in the morning,’ said Shakmatko, trembling in every limb; ‘it has found me again. So soon! It must have followed on my very heels. Then what is the use? I can no longer escape it, even for a day. What can I do? Where can I go? My God, my God, I am surrounded!’
‘What has found you? What are you trying to run away from?’ I asked.
He replied: ‘An evil spirit.’
I shivered. There are occasions when the entire fabric of dialectical materialism seems to go phut before the forces of nightmarish possibilities....
"The Devil that Troubled the Chessboard"
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