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352 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1977
"What do you want to know such things for?" [he asked.] "I thought you were writing a book about boxing."
"I am," I replied. "But a lot of other stuff seems to creep in. It's mostly about people taking matters into their own hands—gangsters, mercenaries, jealous lovers, outraged wrtiers. I've developed a near-vigilante, antibureaucratic attitude I don't like at all. Maybe it has to do with how ineffectual we were with Ali when he had his title removed—those feeble efforts we made, as custodians, to press for his rights."
"And what does that have to do with death fancies?" Peter asked.
" . . .
He is claiming to be the real heavyweight champ
But when the fight starts he will look like a tramp
He has been talking too much about me and making me sore
After I am through with him he will not be able to challenge Mrs. Moore."
"I thought you were writing a book about boxing?"
"I am," I replied. "But a lot of other stuff seems to creep in."