Baseball and cricket are beautiful and highly stylized medieval war substitutes, chess made flesh, a mixture of proud chivalry and base - in both senses - greed |
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Looking backward we could almost see, suspended with the most delicate equipoise above the flat little island, the ghostly shapes of those twin orbs of the Empire, the cricket ball and the blackball. |
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When I began to use my cricket, the first man I met in the darkness I thought was a German until he cricketed. We threw our arms around each other, and from that moment I knew we had won the war. |