Not because it’s easy
Scratching my head last week (heedless, as usual, of the risk of getting splinters) and wearing a frown of concentration, I suddenly said, “Y’know, this game of Scrabble is bloomin’ tricky, isn’t it?”
Not that I got much sympathy from Shana. All she could do was put on her best Winston Churchill accent (and, honestly, it wasn’t half bad either) and reply:
“We don’t play Scrabble because it’s easy. We play Scrabble because it’s hard.”
I couldn’t help laughing. But after a moment I resumed my head scratching, a small patch of sawdust soon covering the treble-word-score squares at my edge of the board. Something was troubling me.
“Was that really one of Churchill’s sayings that you just paraphrased?” I said.
“‘Fraid not. It was John F. Kennedy. The original quote was something about not going to the Moon because it’s easy but…”
“…because it’s hard,” I said. “A bit like this game. I wonder what happened to Kennedy though. Don’t hear much from him these days, do you?”