Eu vi Kasparov imortalizar-se como maior xadrezista da história e perder contra um básico computador. Vi o mais intratável ciclista da história atirado à valeta. O mais debocado lutador de sempre bloqueado pela doença. O mais talentoso basquetebolista da história incapaz de bater uma bola numa base.
Eu vi a bruxa, velha, merceeira ser “aplaudida” à esquerda, o Bean das finanças, preparado e respeitado, fazer do Pol Pot um anjinho de procissão.
«It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.»