Atop Tokyo's National Stadium, the Scoreboard flashed one last message: SAYONARA WE MEET AGAIN IN MEXICO CITY, 1968. Darkness fell, the Olympic flame flickered and died. There was nostalgia, but no regret, no fear that reflection would do anything to dim the luster of the XVIII Olympiad. For in 15 wondrous days, 6,600 athletes from 94 nations had tumbled, leaped, twisted, soared and splashed to a kind of special immortality.
In some future Olympics, other athletes would swim faster, jump higher, throw farther; and some day it might not matter any longer that...
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