About swimming, Oliver Sacks wrote in Everything in Its Place:
We were all water babies, my brothers and I. Our father, who was a swimming champ (he won the fifteen-mile race off the Isle of Wight three years in succession) and loved swimming more than anything else, introduced each of us to the water when we were scarcely a week old.
Swimming gave me a sort of joy, a sense of well-being so extreme that it becomes at times a sort of ecstasy. . . . The mind can float free, become spellbound, in a state like a trance. I have never known anything so powerfully, so healthily euphoriant--and I am addicted to it, fretful when I cannot swim.
My father called swimming "the elixir of life," and certainly it seemed to be so for him: he swam daily, slowing down only with time until the grand age of ninety-four.
(Quoted from page 4 of the June 2, 2019, issue The New York Review of Books.)
For a brief biography of Oliver Sacks, click here.
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