David Weir
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Biography has always been a challenge for David Weir, of whom it is often said that the unlived life is not worth examining. According to maternal reports, he started life out as a child—an infant, rather, who wept to be born, an existential assessment yet to be revisited or revised. That same mother lies behind another early memory—of wishing that she would not come up to his room to kiss him every damn night. Possibly, these experiences lay behind young Weir’s impulse to run away from the circus to join an orphanage, an impulse impeded mainly by the fact that there was no circus away from which to run. The irony has become even more compelling since, now that he is, in fact, an orphan, however superannuated, whose aversion to the circus is matched only by the aversion of the circus to him. Despite some early successes in the mathematical-athletic arena (he won silver in the Eleatic half-meter marathon), he later adopted decadence as his preferred mode of neurosis. Weir no longer goes out in public, which is a relief—not least to the public, having steadfastly refused to make itself artistic after all these years.