My dad coached XC and track for 35 years from 1955 to 1990, and I was fortunate to inherit his collection of running books. My favorite is "The Lonely Breed", a collection of short stories written by Ron Clarke with Norman Harris about some of the historical moments in our great sport.
Seeing Arne Andersson's name reminded me of reading about him in this book. There's a picture of Andersson running in the forest with the following caption: "Arne Andersson of the big chest and the big voice, who loved to run in the forest, and then file his spikes needle-sharp and RACE."
What a fitting epitaph for a great runner.