He spent the first half of his life doing drugs, riding motorcycles, and bodybuilding. He spent the second part writing books about the brain and getting movies made about him. We would have stuck with the first part.
There once was a fleet-footed Czech
whose name was Emil Zatopek.
Like a good little Pinky,
he won at Helsinki,
and then was too dumb to defect.
(d) November 21st, 2000