Good afternoon from the forest road, and what an afternoon! The race has just started, and the hare is gone. Gone!
He has already reached the top of the hill. Have you ever seen anything like it? Behind him, the tortoise hasn't passed the first tree yet.
Ten minutes later. The hare has stopped. Yes — he has found a soft place in the shade and he is lying down. He has never lost a race in his life, and today he has decided to sleep.
Half an hour later. The tortoise is still walking. He still hasn't looked back once. I have honestly never watched anything so slow, and I have commentated on the snail championship.
An hour later. Nothing has changed. The hare is asleep. The tortoise is walking.
Wait. Something has happened! The hare has just woken up! He has seen the sun — it is low — and he is running, he is flying, the dust is behind him like smoke —
— but the tortoise has already crossed the finish line.
The forest is quiet. The hare hasn't said a word yet.
Friends, in forty years at this microphone I have never seen a fast runner lose to a slow one. But I have often seen a runner who stopped lose to a runner who didn't.