I can't give up the struggle.

Listening with half an ear to Mary Lou Retton's daughter on the TV in the other room, as she talks about the time in her life when she acknowledged the "enormity" of what her mother did.

I understand that the course of language has shifted in its banks and the meaning of the word is effectively different now, but pedants like me have to sit and wonder for a moment what monstrous evil the spunky medalist had performed.
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