To Marco Pantani/ words by G.B. Shaw

[elchie]

Maybe it´a bit kitschy - but i really like this
dialogue between the girl and the ghost in "The
Ghost of Canterville".
What do you think?
`Poor, poor Ghost,' she murmured; `have you no
place where you can sleep?'
`Far away beyond the pinewoods,' he answered, in
a low dreamy voice, `there is a little garden. There
the grass grows long and deep, there are the great
white stars of the hemlock flower, there the
nightingale sings all night long. All night long he
sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and
the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the
sleepers.'
Virginia's eyes grew dim with tears, and she hid her
face in her hands.
`You mean the Garden of Death,' she whispered.
`Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in
the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above
one's head, and listen to silence. To have no
yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to
forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You
can open for me the portals of Death's house, for
Love is always with you, and Love is stronger than
Death is.'

 

[Flyer's.Finale!]

Death as beauty?

Let's read off names of the fallen cycling Gadiators, shall we?

Vicente Lopez-Carril, age 37
Marco de Meyer, age 32
Geert Van de Walle, age 24
Bert Oosterbosch, age 24
Joachim Halupczok, age 27
Paul Haghedooren, age 38
Connie Meijer, age 25
Denis Zanetti, age 32
Marco Ceriani, age 16
Fabrice Salanson, age 23
Marco Rusconi, age 24
Jose Maria Jimenez, age 32
Michel Zanoli, age 35
Johan Sermon, age 21
Tim Pauwels, age 22
Alexandre Zinoviev, age 43
Gerrie Knetemann, age 53
Stive Vermaut, age 38
Jacques Anquetil, age 51
Thierry Claveyrolat, age 41
Fausto Coppi, age 41

Marco Pantani, age 34

Behold the beauty. Behold the love.

 

[stevebaby]

You forgot Tom Simpson...1967 TdF.

 

[stevebaby]

Maybe it´a bit kitschy - but i really like this
dialogue between the girl and the ghost in "The
Ghost of Canterville".
What do you think?
`Poor, poor Ghost,' she murmured; `have you no
place where you can sleep?'
`Far away beyond the pinewoods,' he answered, in
a low dreamy voice, `there is a little garden. There
the grass grows long and deep, there are the great
white stars of the hemlock flower, there the
nightingale sings all night long. All night long he
sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and
the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the
sleepers.'
Virginia's eyes grew dim with tears, and she hid her
face in her hands.
`You mean the Garden of Death,' she whispered.
`Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in
the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above
one's head, and listen to silence. To have no
yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to
forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You
can open for me the portals of Death's house, for
Love is always with you, and Love is stronger than
Death is.'

Oscar Wilde.

 

[meandmybike]

Oscar Wilde.

Oscar Wilde was doping?

 

[stevebaby]

Oscar Wilde was doping?

Sure. He was actually locked up in Reading Gaol for giving his catamite an illegal injection.
But that was after he wrote "The Canterville Ghost", although you wouldn't know it from his style.