At least, I said to myself on learning of his death, he’ll have battled to the end. The Under-25s club, the winter sports vacations … At least he won’t have abdicated, won’t have thrown in the towel. Right to the end, and despite repeated failure, he’ll have looked for love. Squashed flat in the bodywork of his 205 GTI on the almost deserted highway, all bloody in his black suit and gold tie, I know that in his heart there was still the struggle, the desire and the will to struggle.
