They and I by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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to argument. I was staying at an hotel in Switzerland, and the
second evening a pleasant-spoken young fellow, who said he had read all my books--later, he appeared surprised on learning I had written more than two--asked me if I would care to play a hundred up. We played even, and I paid for the table. The next evening he said he thought it would make a better game if he gave me forty and I broke. It was a fairly close finish, and afterwards he suggested that I should put down my name for the handicap they were arranging. "I am afraid," I answered, "that I hardly play well enough. Just a quiet game with you is one thing; but in a handicap with a crowd looking on--" "I should not let that trouble you," he said; "there are some here who play worse than you--just one or two. It passes the evening." It was merely a friendly affair. I paid my twenty marks, and was given plus a hundred. I drew for my first game a chatty type of man, who started minus twenty. We neither of us did much for the first five minutes, and then I made a break of forty-four. There was not a fluke in it from beginning to end. I was never more astonished in my life. It seemed to me it was the cue was doing it. Minus Twenty was even more astonished. I heard him as I passed: "Who handicapped this man?" he asked. "I did," said the pleasant-spoken youngster. |
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