Go has a strange charm. It takes over your mind, you start to play it in your dreams. It’s always running in the back of your head, whatever else you are doing. The best player at Los Alamos was Oppenheimer, but I got pretty good, pretty quick. Couldn’t beat him, though. I later read that when they dropped Little Boy on Hiroshima, two famous Japanese grandmasters—Hashimoto Utaro, the national champion, and Iwamoto Kaoru, the challenger—were in the third day of a Go tournament, about three miles away from ground zero. The building they were playing in was almost completely destroyed, lots of
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