Now the Revised Caissa Version
One day Casisa spoke thus, There was once a tournament with twenty chess players. They all were deeply prepared for their first ten moves. They were even deeply prepared for twenty moves. But the game dragged on and the pieces diminished greatly upon the face of the board. And lo the endgame had come. The foolish chess players had neglected their endings and cried out to the wise ones, "Help us! Share some of your endgame knowledge with us." But the wise ones replied, "There is no time for that now." And behold the tournament ended and the trophies were handed out, and applause was given upon the bright raised stage. But none of the foolish players were there to be seen. They were sitting in the outer darkness of the audience wailing and gnashing their teeth.
Have mercy on me Caissa. I am a sinner. My Kaufman and Cox are warm and worn, while my Silman's Complete Endgame course, my Dvoretsky, My Karsten Laprecht lie cold and nearly virginal.
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