The man who guided the IOC through the agony of the Los Angeles boycott and the triumph of the Jacques Rogge presidency talks about the future of the Olympic movement.

strongsmell.com: How old are you, anyway?

Juan Antonio Samaranch: I am thirty-nine.

smell: No.

J.A.S.: Really.

smell: Well, you look terrible.

J.A.S.: That is an unkind thing to say. I have been working very hard and I have become exhausted, and my condition is exacerbated by badgering, unpleasant lines of questioning such as this.

smell: All's I'm saying is you really do not look very good. You should get some sleep or something.

J.A.S.: Alas, I cannot sleep.

smell: Why not?

J.A.S.: My dreams, they haunt me. When I close my eyes, they pounce, surrounding me with horrific images of my deepest fears.

smell: That's unfortunate.

J.A.S.: You are telling me. For without sleep, what is a man?

smell: Tired?

J.A.S.: Correct.

smell: Ugly?

J.A.S.: You are cruel.

smell: Answer the question.

J.A.S.: ...

smell: Answer the question, you jerk.

J.A.S.: Yes, ugly also.

smell: Ha!

J.A.S.: ...

smell: So why can't you sleep?

J.A.S.: My dreams, they haunt me.

smell: Oh, right.

J.A.S.: ...

smell: So what do you dream about?

J.A.S.: Well, there are many things.

smell: ...

J.A.S.: But mostly the pole vaulters.

smell: ...

J.A.S.: They have such unhealthy hobbies, no?