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I mean, if you take that line out of context and don't read the rest of the piece, sure, can't write for toffee, clearly.
It’s an interesting phrase, to give all of oneself. There’s a libidinal element to it, an implied climax, an expected resolution, satisfaction. However, sometimes, it’s less of a climax and more of a collapse, a total ceding of the self to the body, to the havoc wreaked upon it by the world. Expiration with no glory. This weakness is also beautiful in its rawness, its honesty, it’s revealing nature. A man laid bare before the world. When Roglič arrived at the finish, his expression was one of anguished resignation, and in what other context are such private moments in people’s lives revealed so viscerally?
I think the point of that line was to deliberately set out her feelings in the most simplistic and vernacular way, no?
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Sometimes these moments are heartbreaking. In Laval, I was deeply moved watching the UAE soigneur put on Marc Hirschi’s jacket for him, his big green eyes red with tears after the time trial, because he still could not move his arm. It was indelible, how childlike he seemed, how helpless. And yet he goes on, knowing that there is a point where things will hurt less and that this point is worth reaching.
Better than your typical journalist banging on about the Merckx win record.
I can’t believe what a great writer she is.