"The fact remains that you did," he said calmly, pushing the king's knight to queen's bishop six.
"Did what?" I snapped.
"What you didn't really want to do."
"Buy the pig?"
"Exactly."
I thought a moment, took a pawn with satisfaction, considered.
"Van," I said, "why do you suppose I bought that pig?"
"Ennui."
"A man doesn't buy pigs to escape from ennui!"