"Very Hard for a Racer"

On his bed in London's Atkinson Morley's Hospital, Stirling Moss drifted endlessly in and out of consciousness, talking dreamily in three languages about beautiful women and fast cars. "Connie, vous etes une belle fille. Vous etes tres sympathique." His head rolled restlessly. "E molto difficile per un corridore--molto difficile It's very hard for a racer--very hard]." Suddenly he was lucid again, instantly transported to the scene of his own near-fatal crash in the Goodwood International Grand Prix fortnight ago. 'It's bad, this crash," he said. "One hundred and twenty miles an hour. It's very bad. It was going so beautifully.''

Doctors last week said that Moss had suffered a "severe bruising of the right side of the brain," and had a marked weakness on the left side of his body. "Recovery from the brain damage is likely to be a slow process, and there is a possibility that full recovery of function in the left arm and leg will not take place." What it meant was clear: only a slim chance remained to repair the shattered pieces of Moss's brilliant racing career.

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