His light and Gallic spirits underwent a sudden, miraculous change. He hummed a blithe San Salvador Opera Company tune; he grinned, smirked, bowed, pirouetted, twiddled, twaddled, twisted, and tooralooed. Gayly, the notorious troubadour, could not have equalled Étienne.

The extraordinary Josia Thugwane kept the best for last and made the rainbow flag fly over the closing ceremony of the Games. […] Today we honour all our athletes who ensured that the rainbow flag never touched the ground in Atlanta.

Here he was put in a caleche, and transported forthwith to the nearest frontier.

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