A minor detail of the race, known to few but obsessives (of which there were still plenty), was that there had been a gnat clinging to the leg of the tortoise throughout the entire contest: was this gnat, too, worthy of being celebrated as a hero, full of counterlogical lessons and nonsensical insight like "Right place, right time takes down talent in its prime"? Or "Hang on to a tortoise's leg, who knows where it will lead"?
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