Your books lie on my table here, at arm’s length from me, in this old room where I sit all day: and when my head aches or wanders or strikes work, as it now or then will, I take my chance for either green-covered volume,

When the legitimacy went out of the sport at the end of the 1920s, and professional wrestling matches started being staged with predetermined endings, the art of shoot wrestling went underground.

The competition for this job is strong.

Fasting stomach: two waterglassfuls of contents.