I happened to read two short stories of Edgar Allen Poe last week, just after finding him in a web gallery of literary drunks and addicts. It wasn’t a reason to look after his inditing, but somehow I found out ’Murder in the Rue Morgue’, which I’ve known as a song before, is one of his short stories. (The song’s story turned out to be seriously altered in order to match the album’s atmosphere.)
It wasn’t long before I realised I’m quite unable to fully comprehend a single sentence of it. I had to find a Hungarian translation to study some of the text at least, which surprised me a little. I thought I’ve found something tough to read last semester, but now I ended up finishing the Hungarian version only. Frankly, the thing I appreciated the most was the introduction about comparing chess and draughts. I never really appreciated chess, nor I had the faintest talent for it. Perhaps I tried to play in a way which, according to Mr. Poe, is useless in this game. I find it quite a clever remark that chess takes attention in 1st place, and usually the more concentrative player wins.
I downloaded a chess game later from the generation which securely beats any human opponent. I tried it and found it’s still not the game for me. Computers seem to have verified Mr. Poe: winning over humans in chess takes no actual intelligence. I’m going to check draughts next, however, I’m afraid the same type of algorithm – checking all the possible moves in advance – works for it as well, after all.
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