There does seem to have been a lot of loose emotion flying around this week. The sports arenas, particularly, seem to have become cry fests: the anguish of Andy Murray in his straight sets defeat, the tears of David Beckham as be bade farewell to the captaincy of the England football team and the less forgivable defiant truculence of Rooney, whose immaturity does not allow him to take responsibility for his own actions.
We seem to have become much more "in touch" with our feelings- anger, pride, rage and sadness. Psychologists might say that this is a good thing.
Unbridled enthusiasm seems to lead to limitless grief when great hopes are not fulfilled.
I find myself think more and more of Kipling-
"If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;"
Strangely enough these words are rather prominent at Wimbledon- pity that they are so generally ignored.