Well, that was something new. Have you ever seen the one‑armed man running a bye to the keeper while 20,000 people leap and writhe and hold their heads and the one-armed man shouts in agony?
Have you ever seen figures picked out in silhouette at the top of the stand, posed in perfect shapes of triumph, dread and fear because another gobbet of time has passed, another dot, because essentially nothing has happened?
